I Give UP

I was definitely not cut out to raise my own meat. We now have eight roosters turned into cookable products sitting in our freezer, and I cannot even look at them without feeling sad and guilty. There's no way I'm going to EAT them! They were our friends! I'd be wondering all through dinner which one I was forking into my mouth -- was it the one with the green tailfeathers who buried his little head in a corner of the coop to "hide" from the other roosters? Was it the one who always woke up and crowed when I went out to the barn by flashlight late at night to check on the horses? Was it the one who was the first to come running to me for food?

My plan now is to sell the bodies (what would you pay for a fresh, organic 5-pound chicken?) and remember never to get into this situation again. No more incubating for me!

I still have seven roosters, too. What am I going to do with the three I don't want? Would you like a free rooster? Let me know. Operators are standing by.