Chicken Dinner

At 5:30 this morning I was startled awake by a rooster crowing. Our rooster crowing!

Our hunches were right. One of our chickens has turned out to be a rooster after all. Thank goodness it’s the ugly one. I’ve tried so hard to not get attached to the chickens, but in the same way I don’t draw the personal - professional line very well with patients, I apparently don’t draw the personal - strictly business line with my dinner either.

Dustin left for work this morning with a mischievous gleam in his eye. I have no idea what’s going to go down tonight, but I know for sure I want nothing to do with it. He promised that if we ended up with roosters that he’d kill them and replace them with hens, since we’re raising them for eggs and not chicks. AGH! I may become a vegetarian after tonight. (Upside to that, they’re usually really skinny right?)

I wonder what his strategy for extermination is anyways. We don’t own a gun. We don’t own one of those big square knifey things. The only thing we have as far as weapons go is a spear that his sister brought back as a souvenir from Africa. A souvenir!

Updates to come……. :(

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2 Comments

  1. Dustin Boston
    Posted August 27, 2008 at 9:06 am | Permalink

    Muhahahah!

  2. Anita
    Posted August 27, 2008 at 1:23 pm | Permalink

    My grandma used to step on their necks and pull their heads off, then hang them on the clothesline to drain. Just an idea in case you don’t come up with another solution. Have any good rooster recipes?

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