**This is a quick warning to let people know that reading the post will talk about butchering a rooster with some photos and a video of Loretta enjoying a foot. If those things bother you- stop reading now.
The other day we butchered the rooster.
After the conflicts with our neighbor he became more trouble then I was willing to tolerate anymore.
We named him Lime because we always had the intention to use him as food one day, but, I wasn’t ready.
More bummed then sad.
In all honesty I really dislike being told what to do so, when I had someone getting fairly aggressive with me about what I’m supposed to do to be a good neighbor… I think that hurt more to me then actually butchering the rooster.
But, it’s definitely quieter now…
Anyhow, I’m glad to have the knowledge that I have now and I know this won’t be our last rooster because well, sexing a chicken is basically rocket science, so this will come up again.
I’m just praying that next time it doesn’t come with so much anxiety that I can’t keep even water down again…
Living. Loving. Learning.
Emily A G🐓
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