Thursday, April 10, 2014

R.I.P. Ned

I did it. I butchered one of the roosters.

 I picked him as first because he's the most dangerous. He's attacked my 9-year old daughter on numerous occasions. So many that we've armed her with a tennis racket when she goes outside alone so she can fend him off. He's also attacked other people's children and that's really not cool. 
As he was a 14-month old rooster, he was thick skinned and rather tough. 

I turned him into rooster and rice soup and pressure-canned it. 

At least that's tasty!

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