It was sad to part with her 3 roosters, but since we live in the city limits we had to get rid of them before they began to crow and become a nuisance. We still have the 6 hens, and eagerly await our first farm fresh brown egg. My husband had the perfect solution, serve them up for dinner at Boy Scout Camp.
The roosters were loaded up in their cage and hauled off to scout camp. My husband had a hard time doing the "deed." He was to attached to them. At least he knows how to butcher a chicken, which is a good survival skill. For his sake, I hope we can just enjoy the eggs from now on.
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