pretty mean
araucana roo
isn’t that a pretty chicken? It is an araucana, or a green egg layer. We had high hopes for this chicken, then it became mean almost overnight. It picked on the hens it picked on the roos, it picked on the smaller chick’s, it scared birds away from the flock and caused them to scatter. The most colorful bird in our flock, Miss B called him her favorite. Aba and I discussed what to do about this mean chicken, if it should become dinner or stay with the flock to lay eggs. We had purchased only females, so it couldn’t be a roo could it? Well do females have large combs? No. Do they have wattles? No. Do they crow? NO. Well, 3 strikes and your out. Goodbye pretty Rooster. Hello yummy dinner. and a welcome return of the peaceful barnyard where the chickens all stay together (sorta).
He does have “that look” in his eye doesn’t he? We had a drop-dead gorgeous Yokohama that was a perfect pet-kids would bring him in the house and stuff him under the table to pick up crumbs after dinner!-he would CHOOSE to sit on a lap! After we butchered the roosters we were growing, it then fell to him to stop looking pretty and start protecting the entire yard-the little ones started crying when he walked into the yard-we all had spur marks on our ankles. It was weird that the other roosters kept him low enough in the order to be a good pet-but they were never aggressive with us!
SO…whatcha gonna cook???
I have a mean chicken recepe… Are you interested?
I hope that chicken tastes as good as it looks. Enjoy!
Oh my gosh! This happened to me this week!!! My lovely, darling black australorp “Rosie” started crowing in the coop, leading us all to the assumption that Rosie was in fact a “Ronald.” I posted on Freecycle to get rid of him, but interestingly enough, folks just aren’t all that excited about roosters.
Enjoy your dinner, and might I suggest a lovely pilaf to go with the little fella?
I know I’ve gotta cull him because we can’t have roos in the yard in town (noise issues), but I really, really can’t see chopping him (though I’m pretty certain I’m gonna have to).
*sigh*
Farming can be a murderous business, can’t it?
you have to warm up with a few singings of “she’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain when she comes” complete with the “kill the old red rooster” and “all eat chicken and dumplins” verses