We finally got around to dealing with our rooster over population. We simply had too much cockerel. The constant crowing was driving me mad and I absolutely abhor teenage cockerel gang bangs. The poor hens. It is horrifying to witness. We dispatched nine roosters. Liam and Seamus helped by holding their feet. Seamus said he did not mind this job because he liked being surrounded by the angels who were there to take the roosters' souls up to heaven.
The big boys also helped pluck all the birds and they were taught how to eviscerate the internal organs. After watching Daddy do several, they each tried cleaning out their own bird. They both did really well for their first time and were very proud of themselves. I was proud too!
When separating the hens from the roosters, I erred on the side of optimism that "Henrietta" was a lady chicken. She is not. While planting the garlic today, we clearly witnessed Henrietta (now renamed Henry) doing the deed to a hen. At least the hen had to endure the advances of only one rooster instead of nine in rapid succession. Henry is admittedly a very beautiful bird and so far he does not crow. We will give him a chance to live here on the farm but if he becomes aggressive then he will be joining his mates at Freezer Camp. We only tolerate gentlemen roosters.
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