After having the rooster for almost two weeks, we decided he'd served his purpose and settled the hens to the best of his ability and decided to have him for dinner. Surprisingly, all of the kids asked that we wait until after school so that they could be here to watch. So, when they got home from school they stopped and grabbed Cleophus and Mama Jackie before they even said hi to me. We all went out back to find Birch blocking the chicken coop. Apparently he decided that he didn't want to rooster to die. It was a bit emotional for a while, but then he decided he'd be the big boy and help the process. The kids all lined up in a row to watch. We let them know that there would be blood and they didn't have to watch, but they all stayed. I went around the corner to hide which Mamma Jackie found rather entertaining: "don't Mama's do this in the US? Here that's the mama's job". Cleo slit it's neck and drained it (kids still all watching) and then Mama Jackie boiled water to de-feather (still all watching). I was amazed that they were so interested and that not one of them seemed grossed out by the whole process. He was then chopped into pieces and grilled as part of dinner. I did not have any, but both Joey and Matt said that it was really tough meat and really not that good. Poor guy. The next morning we had no 4 am wake-up and we also got our first egg...coincidence??? Today 3 more eggs - yeah!
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