He had a pretty happy life, got the choice scraps all to himself, and we let him out in the yard when the girls went out. He was terrified of them though, and if one approached him he would flip out and fly halfway across the yard to escape. He was quite a handsome young guy.
Around September or so he started crowing. It was delightful actually. He generally only crowed from 7am to 8am and then was quiet the rest of the day. One morning we woke to dueling roosters: the rooster down the street would crow, then ours would, then the one down the street. It was hysterical!
The first video was taken by Jeremy, and the rooster had no problem crowing for him. The second video was taken by me. I had to film far away because every time I got close to the coop, he zipped his beak and refused to crow!
But then of course, the fateful day came.
It was starting to get cold outside for our ward, integration wasn't going to happen, and we hadn't planned to keep him anyway. So one day when I was at work my husband (plus his intern, two neighbors, and another curious friend or two!) did the deed.
And boy was he tasty!
It was a good experiment because our neighbors enjoyed having him around. So if we get roosters in the next batch we won't feel so bad about keeping them around. But I guess in the end that depends on how much they crow. Our neighbors' rooster crowed every time someone walked by the house - so he eventually had to move out to a farm because there were too many complaints. It would be nice to have a rooster on the block again though!
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One of the tastiest chickens I ever met/ate was Phillip. He lived on a farm that I babysat for when they went on vacation. Two weeks after they came back, they invited me over for rooster. He was a pretty aggressive dude, maybe that's why he was to tasty. Their daughters were delighted to eat him, because he would sneak up behind them and poke their butts.
Not surprisingly, I have heard stories from other folks about enjoying killing/eating chickens/roosters that were mean. Somehow it's not as traumatic for a child to kill and eat an animal that terrifies them.
Sometimes when Jeremy is in the coop feeding or watering the chickens, Speckles will peck at his legs. She is so ornery. =)
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