Well, on the day I was planning to separate out my one-eyed, cross beaked, 7 week old roo for caponization, I came out to the coop to find he'd fallen off the roost and somehow bit the dust overnight. Alas, poor Cyclops, we barely knew thee... and despite the onset of rigor mortis, he warmed up quite nicely on a black tray in the sun and only smelled a little bit when I made a post-mortem attempt on his manhood. I believe I got them both successfully, though I may have broken a rib along the way - not sure if that was due to my patient being dead or my own inexperience. Perhaps I'll try the next batch at 8 or 9 weeks, just to give myself a bit more space to work. I also learned that intestines are not testicles, as much as they may look like them on first glance (thought: wow, this little guy had some cajones... oh, wait, never mind).
My next shot at some live birds comes in a month or so when the four boys from hatch two reach cuttin' age. Until then, let us celebrate Cyclops' 7 week reign as Atlanta's ugliest and yet somehow endearing little rooster.
RIP Cyclops, you won't need those in the afterlife anyway. Practice, Practice, Practice makes perfect sense
Edited by Zootopia - 5/19/16 at 10:40pm