ME: I know, I know. It’s the crowing, mainly. She’s not keen on the raping either.
ME: You did nearly kill Lady Leone.
Me: Fine, be like that.
What to do with roosters?
No one wants them. It’s hard to even give them away on Craigslist and I’m pretty sure the ones that are claimed as free roosters go straight into the stewing pot anyway. Having accepted male livestock into my life I feel as though I have to face the consequences.
We eat cheese, and young bulls feed the veal industry.
We drink milk, and young bulls are killed at birth.
We eat eggs, but roosters don’t lay them!
It’s going to be sad because:
1) I actually like him and think he’s good for my free range flock (apart from nearly killing Lady Leone)
2) I’ve had him since he was a chick and he was meant to be a she
3) I believe animals have a right to life
But, he has to go. The decision has been made: I’ve convinced myself that as a back yard chicken keeper I am improving the general life of chickens from a species perspective. Devon is just the sacrifice….