Monday, May 17, 2010

chicken report {no. 9}

Sylvester (April 2009-May 11, 2010)
RIP
Well, we finally did it. We put the rooster down. He was such a nasty bugger that it's hard to say I miss him. As you know, the decision did not come easy. Of course, we knew his endless attacks were all based on his natural instincts to protect his girls. But as he got bigger, his attacks were just too aggressive, and I worried about my daughter and her friends, since they're much smaller than me. I must confess, things are so much nicer without Sylvester. It's quieter, and once again, the daily trip to the coop for eggs is a pleasure. I must also confess, that he was quite tasty too. Yes, my husband cleaned him and he was roasted. We also made chicken soup. Nothing has gone to waste. The hens seem to be getting along fine, too. The only thing my husband noted is that things seem a little messier without Sylvester ruling the roost. I had to chuckle at that. I wondered if it was just my husband projecting his own bias there. He's always had a distorted sense that he's tidier than me. I digress. The point is, this chicken thing has it's ups and downs, but for the most part, we love it!

6 comments:

Amy @ Homestead Revival said...

Sounds like it was a really good decision, although tough to make. Guess that's just farm life. I think it's good for kids to see this aspect of homesteading as well.

Southern Lady said...

Sometimes things like that just have to be done. There is nothing worse than a mean rooster! Carla

farmlady said...
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farmlady said...

This is truly "Life on the Farm". You did what you had to do. A mean rooster does not change his ways.
Here's to a messy, but happier, coop...

Patti said...

Been there....done that.....3times and its close to being 4! Ya hate to do it but when they hit you, you know you've been hit (or kicked)! and they are truly protecting the girls, course I'm sure if some had their way, they would do it too!

Anonymous said...

We had a white rooster when I was little that we named, "Maddy." Evil thing. He'd be nowhere in sight when you'd go into the coop, then you'd turn to come out and he'd have you cornered. Seriously hated that thing. Still cried when he died (natural causes) though. Glad you ate your "Maddy!"