There's something about a rooster named Track that just makes you smile, even as you're wiping the sleep out of your eyes at 5 AM. When u/Divine_avocado introduced us to Track, he was just a 10-week-old puffball, the son of their roo, already strutting with that little chest puffed out like he owned the place. And honestly, he kind of does. But here's the bittersweet part: in five weeks, Track and his sisters, Princess Peach, Trick, and Tick, are going their separate ways. Why? Because the neighborhood can't handle two roosters, and the keeper is sticking with Pasa. I get it. I really do. Roosters are like that one friend who's hilarious in small doses but absolutely exhausting after hour three. They've got that "I'm the boss" energy that's endearing until they decide your shin is a rival rooster. It's a classic fowl play situation.
This little flock reminds me of another recent hatch we covered, where six fluffy chicks made their grand entrance, and honestly, the chaos of a brooder is a universal language. There's a special kind of joy in watching these tiny creatures grow, but there's also a quiet ache in knowing that some of them won't stay. It's like sending your kids off to kindergarten, except instead of a backpack, they've got feathers and a tendency to peck at your shoelaces. The decision to rehome Track isn't a failure, it's a love letter to the neighborhood's peace. You can't have two roosters in a suburban setting without turning your backyard into an MMA octagon. So, while Track might be strutting his stuff now, he's got a one-way ticket to a new adventure, and his sisters are right behind him. It's a practical choice wrapped in a feathery bow, and honestly, it takes guts to admit you can't keep them all.
If you're new to the chicken game, let this be your warning: the math is simple, but the emotions are messy. You get attached to these little dinosaurs, and then life reminds you that you're just a temporary stop on their journey. We've seen it before with those Tiny Marans Froment chicks that are cluck-tastic and currently napping. They're adorable, but they're also a commitment. And as for the inevitable goodbye, it's not about chickening out, it's about doing right by the birds and your sanity. So, what's the takeaway here? It's this: know your limits before you fall in love. Ask yourself if you're ready for the rooster roulette, because sometimes the best way to keep the peace is to let go of the crowing. Track might be leaving, but he's leaving with a full belly and a story to tell. And honestly, that's the best we can hope for.
