DCA farm said:
I've got Rhode Island reds and barred rocks for my eating eggs and a yard full of Gamefowl
Went to an old farmstead right down the road today where they fry catfish every Thursday. Crowd these days is usually around 20 or so. Used to be 50. And on special occasions has reached more than 100. They've been doing it for many many years. I try to go as often as I can. It's literally like going back in time 100 years with the old farmhouse, saw mill, live oaks so big the limbs reach back to the ground, hog lot that still has plain old hogs, etc. It's the real deal. Salt of the earth folks that ain't trying to impress nobody. Anyway, the old man who settled it, who has since left this world, somewhere along the line acquired some jungle fowl. His son, who is probably 60, said they've been there as long as he has. If there is 1, there are 50 roosters and as many hens. They just do as they please and mosey around and they eat fish bones. And I ain't joking. Used cornmeal don't stand a chance. I'm thinking about getting a rooster or two and crossing them with my games. Not sure how that will work out. They are very savvy. As the sun sets, the hens that have biddies will fly up into a live oak, then walk down the limb to where it touches the ground and coax the little ones to climb up and then follow her up to the roost. It's just something you don't see anymore. Pretty cool.