This is the rooster that's been waking us up at various time (3 am, 5 am, 6 am...). Even if it wasn't against city code to have a rooster, he'd have had to go anyway! So....I took care of him, and we had him for dinner:
He was actually quite a lean (yet delicious) little guy. And it wasn't fun. I'm glad I did it, and glad I know how to do it, but I do not look forward to doing this again. Killing things is not fun- there was a point where I was begging Rod to come over and do the killing part because I couldn't do it, but he refused! Once the rooster was dead, the rest wasn't so hard- it was just meat at that point.
The ironic thing? We were woken up by another crowing the next morning- so we have another one. I'm postphoning the inevitable. (I made sure this one was a rooster before taking care of him- I witnessed him crowing. The crowing that woke us up the next day was actually slightly different, apparently, roosters each have their own unique "voice". I haven't identified yet for sure which one this next one is. )
(and no, Lizzie didn't watch, though the night before she asked me, "can I do the killing?"....Um, should I be concerned???)
7 comments:
Carrie. I think you need an intervention. You are now killing your pets and eating them. I had to read your post like 3 times. You seriously killed a rooster, de-feathered it and cooked it up? And you're going to do it again? How did you kill it? Who are you? Did you use your gun? Wow. I have to let this sink in. I think Lizzie would love to be involved :)
Did you cut her hair?
You are a total redneck!
I didn't shoot it....I used a hatchet if you must know. I did NOT like that part!!! But really, aren't we all chicken-killers if we eat chicken or sleep with down comforters???
Yes, all of us have short hair now- me, Caitlin, and Lizzie.
hahahahaha, carrie this post is hilarious... I hope your neighbors weren't peaking over the fence when you got out your hatchet...
Wow, I'm really impressed! I'll have to get the details, because after a few years our chickens won't be laying eggs - they get too old. So "we'll have to pluck them, and cook them and have the best Christmas ever!" I'm thinking when your children tell their friends about the chicken dinner, they may not believe it. Especially when they are older.
A great learning experience!
I want to see pics of all your short hair! So did you throw the chicken head in the garbage? Maybe you could take up taxidermy. The rooster looks disturbing in the crock pot. It looks too much like a pet. When I first saw the pic of Lizzie holding the rooster, I thought "Oh, a cute post of the girls with their chickens" and scrolled down to see more. And once again (see gun post) I was shocked at the rapid turn of events....
You need to live in the country so you will want to be a little 'city' girl.
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