I have managed to sell most of the chickens I don’t need. My quest to produce a Rooster of high enough quality to win awards is still gathering momentum. In order to reduce some of the costs of feeding these excess animals I have decided to sell them. I placed an ad on Gumtree, which is a local classified website.
For the first three days, I didn’t hear anything. I was concerned that I had asked too much money, or maybe that my description was poor. On the fourth day, as I was thinking about my options, I received a call.
“Hello, this is Dan” I answer, wandering who would call me after 9pm on a Thursday night.
“I am calling about the chickens”, stated the person on the other side of the line. I was unsure of the age of the caller, it was either a young girl or an elderly lady.
“Yes,” I answer, “I am selling some chickens. What would you like to know?”
“How many chickens do you have?” she asked. She had a country Tasmanian accent, I still couldn’t place her age.
“I have almost two dozen chickens…” I started to tell her. She interrupted me before I could finish my sentence.
“Before you tell me, I have a couple of questions” she advised. I asked her to go ahead, wandering why she interrupted my answering her question by telling me she had questions to ask, yet I tried to be polite.
“Are they good layers and would you accept $20?” she asked. I told her that as the ad states, they are too young to lay, yet they should start in a few weeks (weather permitting). I then told her that $20 might be OK depending on how many she wanted. She said she wanted 12.
“12 chickens for $240? I might be OK with that” I answered. It was half the amount I was asking per chicken, yet selling 12 at once might be an easy option.
“No, 12 for $20” she said. I paused…. Was she serious? The add asked for $40 per chicken.
“I don’t think I could accept $20 for selling 12 chickens” I answered.
“Oh… would you accept $20 for 4?” the caller asked with her voice full of hope. I would love to have helped her, yet that is asking a lot.
“That would mean accepting $5 per chicken when I am asking $40 per chicken” I advised. She agreed with my calculations. I told her I appreciate her call, yet I couldn’t accept that offer and then I bid her goodnight.
20 minutes after that call, my phone calls again. It is almost 9:30pm… yet I answer it anyways. The caller sounded like a young girl and she launched straight into her questions.
“Hello, how many chickens do you have?” she asked.
“Well, I have around 2 dozen… just over 20. Are you interested in buying some?” I ask.
“I would like three chickens, but I want to ask, would you accept a trade?” she asked. I paused before answering. No one had ever asked me to trade before.
“I have never considered that before, yet I think I would be open to the possibility, depending on what you were offering” I answered, reeling from the unusual situation.
“I have three white chickens, who are a year old that I can trade. They are great layers.” She offered. I paused again… she wants to trade three thickens for three chickens? It sounded weird, yet I thought about it for a moment, before realising that adding a different breed would throw out my breeding program.
“That sounds very interesting” I answer, “Yet I couldn’t accept. I sell Australorp chickens…”
“Oh, all my chickens are female” she interrupts. I wander what she thinks Australorp means, or what chicken means… yet I continue.
“I understand. Yet if I added your white chickens it would wreak my breeding with black chickens” I tell her, attempting to simplify it.
“I really want to get some little black chicks” She pleads. An idea strikes me.
“Well you might still be in luck. I am selling black Australorp Roosters, who could easily…” I start to tell her, before she interrupts me again.
“Oh no! I don’t want any boy chickens… I only want girls” she tells me. I realise now that this person knows nothing about biology.
“Well, I am sorry I can’t help you. Good luck finding some” I tell her before signing off.
5 minutes later, my phone rings for the last time that night. I answer it and there is a woman’s voice. It sounded like the first caller. Before I can even greet the caller I am interrupted.
“Hello, do you know anyone selling red chickens in the area?” the caller asks. I blink and wander why all these crazy people are calling me.
“Umm… that depends. What is your area?” I ask.
“Elindale” the caller answers. I have no idea where that is (I have since found out it is almost 2 hours from me), yet I know it wasn’t close to me.
“Well, I am in the south of Tasmania” I tell her. She says she knows. I tell her that I don’t know anyone selling them, yet if I do, I will call her immediately. She thanks me and hangs up.
At this point, I am sick of strange people calling me. I listed my number on the ad, yet I was close to removing it. I went in to tell Kitty about the crazy people calling me, when I checked my phone. It was then that I realised that they were all from the same number. The person had changed their voice slightly between the first and second call, and she had asked me how many chickens I had in both calls.
I don’t think I will remove my number when selling ads in the future… these kind of interactions are just part of the deal when selling online.