to market, to market...


Well, I believe a morning like this morning separates the men from the boys. Or at least the carnivores from the herbivores. For sure the hens from the roosters.

Early this morning we took three of our roosters to be processed. Or as we told Ivar, "to a friend's house." I am sad to say goodbye to Almonzo and Hamburgerpoopedonthecarpet. They were awesome roosters and behaved nicely. I was sorry to see them go.



But I wasn't sorry to see Eggs go. Eggs is a bully. I called him jerkface for the last week of his life. He tried to attack me three times so that I started carrying a stick. And as he'd flap his wings towards me, scratching my legs with his talons I had a bawk of my own and screamed, "I am the alpha wolf!!!!"

It's too bad though. If Rory and I were the type who entered birds into illegal cock fights, and if we were looking to make a lot of money fast, I think Eggs would have been our ticket.

So on the menu this week: chicken, Hamburger and Eggs.

I don't know if I'll be able to do it though. Well maybe Eggs. Though Rory said, if his insides reflect his outsides, he is going to taste bad.

3 comments:

margaret harrington said...

Eggs looks like a bully...maybe that's why he was one..he wanted a beautiful comb like the others.

margaret harrington said...

Eggs looks like a bully...maybe that's why he was one..he wanted a beautiful comb like the others.

Brenton Balvin said...

Trying to think of something clever to say like, "Don't let one bad egg ruin the whole dozen" or "You'd be a bully too if you were a rooster named eggs" but nothing is coming to me.....