Meat roos in their new home.
We also needed to get them into a bigger space. We are just days away from our first butcher day but they were just too stinky and too tightly packed.
But first we needed to shovel out the deep litter in the Turkey House. It took a while to get it loaded out and into the garden...but my tomatoes next year will be about ten feet tall. Then we had to make sure the Turkey House was secure. Zander and Kai gave it a good once over and found no rats.
Last, we had to secure the meat yard. The meat yard borders on the dog yard and since someone grabbed a rouge rooster the other day.....*glares at Kai and Zander* we had to make sure none of the meats would toddle into the danger zone. We used a couple pieces of fence to shore up the security between the meat yard and the dog yard. Easy peasy. We are always moving around fence so it is no big deal.
So we started hauling the creepy meatballs over to their new and luxurious home. One by one. Of course, one of the meats bit me and so we named him "First." And he will be on butcher day.
As we were moving them over we realized that we were grabbing mostly the roos and so we thought it would be a terrific idea to just have the meat roos over there. This way they wouldn't bother the lady meats and they would be in a neat and tidy area together - easy to grab when we went to butcher.
When we were done moving all the meat roos over to the Turkey House we stepped back to congratulate ourselves on a job well done.
And then they started crowing. All of them.
The Turkey House is exactly ten steps away from the bedroom window.
We are idiots.
Sometimes our clever plans do not work out. This was one of them. So far the crowing has not been too bad but we are going to be stepping up our butcher schedule. Fast.
Note to self: in the future move the fattie meat ladies over to the Turkey House.
Happy Monday everyone! Have you made a meat misstep? This one will be remedies soon... but we should have kept the roosters where we couldn't hear them.