An Amateur’s Guide to Killing Your Rooster

Au’revoir, Devon – or in French, Off With His Head! It’s interesting (but coincidental) that I haven’t written a blog post since I killed my rooster, Devon. It’s also interesting (but coincidental) that the first time I write a blog in a while is the day my new chicks hatched (another post, another story). Devon…

Post-Apocalyptic Bantam Blunder

I may have made a post-apocalyptic blunder, but they’re really cute, so what the hell! Meet my pair of Silver Sebright Bantams. The rooster is Bibimbap and the hen is Bowwow (Belle was gracious enough let me get some more chickens, so I was gracious enough to let her name them!). My plan is to…

Lessons in Zombie Survival (if Raccoon = Zombie)

On the 3rd of November I woke up to my 1st wedding anniversary. Forgive the quick slip into epic-fantasy over my traditional post-apocalyptic references, but the morning of my wedding anniversary was somewhat similar to the Red Wedding in the Game of Thrones book, War of the Five Kings by George RR Martin (TV people…

Eating the Rooster

…it’s on the internet so it has to happen.ME: Sorry, Devon. Belle says you’ve got to go, so you’ve got to go. DEVON: ME: I know, I know. It’s the crowing, mainly. She’s not keen on the raping either. DEVON: ME: You did nearly kill Lady Leone. DEVON: Me: Fine, be like that. What to…