Our Polish rooster, Mo, was becoming quite aggressive for our taste. He had already attacked Moose once and had developed a reputation for charging from behind (which really made changing the waterers and checking food difficult for one person). For people who like to commune with our hens on a daily basis, you can imagine how frustrating it was.
A visit with some acquaintances that we saw last week proved fortutitous, with conversation centered around chicken talk. They mentioned they had taken some poultry to the Sales Barn before they left for a vacation; three year old hens who's egg production had really tapered off weren't worth the cost of an animal sitter to them, however they didn't wish harm to their chickens either. Makes sense.
|Mo: If you could only have followed the cardinal rules!|
The Sales Barn runs many different types of auctions from poultry to horses to tools and farm equipment. It's located on Hwy 164 & 228th Street.