This fine rooster is now living with our hens. He had the good luck to be one of the ones we were considering when he wandered close to Kansas Dad. Decision made.
Interestingly, the night after we pulled this guy out, the chicken tractor housing the roosters was upended by a serious Kansas wind. The other nine were found wandering behind the house and practically followed Kansas Dad back to their doom.
They are now in our freezer and our fridge. Kansas Dad butchered five of them with the help of some friends last Thursday and finished off the last four this morning on his own. He is my hero. We plan to feast on one of them early next week in celebration. I've joked that it better be the tastiest chicken we've ever eaten, because it's certainly the most expensive. (Luckily, most of the cost so far has been for building materials that we won't need to repurchase for future cohorts.)
In other good news, our chicken feed costs should be cut in half.