The short life of an annoying rooster
It’s a maelstrom (or should that be malestorm?) of adolescent chicken hormones around here since my sister decided to give us a cockerel. He’s a Plymouth Rock, which is a very posh heritage strain, and excellent eating apparently. He loves our Black Australorp, Barry White, and tries to root her all the time, which seems OK with her.
Predictably, Wickham has got himself into some trouble. He has been behaving in a dead normal teenage rooster fashion at about 5:30 am each day. Unfortunately, this behaviour is carried out fairly close to the neighbours’ bedroom window. We told them that we had received a surprise gift when my sister gave him to us, and asked them to tell us if they had any problem and he would be dinner.
Despite some calling around last night, I had to take Wickham around to my bloodthirsty sister this morning (after, would you believe, a little weep – I didn’t tell her that).
She had that scary bloodthirsty look in her eyes again, and three books open to “How to kill chickens” on the lounge.
Wickham turned out to be a bit tough, as predicted, so he became soup. Very tasty soup, apparently. At least his death was not in vain.
I have resisted the temptation to put the feathers on the neighbours’ door step with some red paint and a large sign saying “CHICKEN KILLERS LIVE HERE”.
The really gross bit is that his carcass was later fed to my sister’s chickens. Chickens LOVE meat. Even chicken. Perverts.
The circle of life…
If feeding meat to cows lead to mad cow disease then wont feeding the chooks the chooks lead to mad chicken disease? This story also reminds me of…
The order was given to turn cows to whoppers
Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers
But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers
Came the deafening roar of chickens in choppers
Think what might happen if they get the taste for human flesh.
Perhaps after the billions of chickens that have been eaten by humans, it’s time the chickens got their own back.
Cheers. If anyone would like a bag of chicken feathers (very handsome stripey ones) let me know.