From Bailey Cobb:
Michael has always been a bird lover; I (Bailey) had limited experience with them. We were both fairly new vegans and when we went to Tractor Supply for supplies to plant our spring garden, we really didn’t know that we were going to be coming home with picked-over chicks with pasty butt and peck wounds. It was an impulsive decision (slowed down only by a quick call to the landlord to make sure it was okay), but we knew those babies were destined for the trash can or snake food, so we picked out the most beat up loners they had and took them home to start their new lives, safe from exploitation and abuse. The people at TSC were incredulous telling us, “If they make it, they will probably all turn out to be boys,” and therefore never give us eggs, because according to them the boys get picked on more as babies. That was fine by us. We hoped at least one would be a rooster because we both enjoy the song of the roosters that live a few doors down from us.
With the help of Pinterest and Michael’s construction background, we built a large coop and secure run to house our new family members. As the weeks passed our babies grew and one by one started learning how to crow. As we got to know their personalities we gave them names. Of our six chicks, two turned out to be hens, whom were named Mamma, for her nurturing tendencies to watch over the other little hen, whom we named Storm for her tenacity and energetic attitude. The boys were named Cockadoodle Dundee (the first to learn how to crow), Angel (the sweetest little boy who is pure white), Curi (short for curious, a nosey little boy who has to explore everything), and Thor (a tiny bantam with the attitude fitting of the god of thunder). As they came into their hormones, we had to adapt quickly. We changed things around a few times, turning the large coop into several apartments for the ornery gentleman and building a second coop for the regal ladies to have some peace.
About a year and a half later, I responded to a desperate plea on Facebook for someone to take in a rooster who was dumped by a busy intersection of the city across the river. He was found crossing six lanes of traffic. We named him Jefferson, which is the name of the treacherous boulevard on which he was found roaming. Michael was unsure of taking in another rooster, but I had the fever by now, knowing how amazing birds are! So we compromised and said we would do the emergency rescue and then find him a home later. About 25 minutes after meeting him we both were in agreement that he was to become the newest addition to our family and finding him a different home was out of the question. They wiggle into your heart very quickly.
We have since had to buy a new home as the new landlord told us we needed to “get rid of” all the chickens on our premises, and that simply is not how we roll. We are looking forward to growing our sanctuary catering to the roosters who need someone who understands them and a soft place to land.
It’s our mission to advocate for a vegan lifestyle and to educate the public on the cruelty of animal agriculture, specifically the egg industry (which includes backyard chickens), to aid others in understanding rooster behavior, and to facilitate more rooster adoptions to safe forever homes.
Our beautiful girls, Mamma and Storm, will likely be the token ladies to reside at Cobb’s Home for Lost Boys. We are using our Microsanctuary Grant to help with the vet costs associated with treating Storm’s reproductive disease.