A very graphic lesson in butchering a chicken – a little different from when I was a kid in the early 1940’s from how my mother did it….
While they are beautiful and can be useful, we aren’t able to keep them due to their crowing. Wanting to be good neighbors, we made sure they didn’t stay very long. However, our regular chicken processor isn’t wasn’t able to take care of them, so it was up to us.
So, we pulled up our big kid pants and got to work. Here’s the rooster we did first. Beautiful, yes. Irritating as all get out! All day and night he would crow, so he had to go! (got my Dr. Seuss on there)