Today was slated to be rooster abatement day. I got up, drank some coffee, listened to Morning Edition on NPR, and did the deed.
Honestly, if he had been a nicer rooster I would have tried to find him a home. He was a beautiful Rhode Island Red (named Clementine back when he was a girl), with big glossy black tail feathers with an oil-slick sheen...but he was a jerk! All the ladies hated him and were hiding from him in the coop all the time. His idea of romance was to hold them down and bite their heads, especially his favorite Betty, who has spent most of the last week huddling on the roost instead of free-ranging. I don't think he had even figured out what he was supposed to do once he had them pinned yet. Last night he bit me when I picked him up to check him out. I'm thinking crockpot chicken stew.
Tomorrow: landscaping photos! Pretty flowers! Trees!
Do you have another rooster? If not, the dominant hen will change sex and you'll have the same problem all over again. Chicken and dumplings is very tasty!
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