Actually, the first "homegrown" chicken we ate was a rooster. It had been a bit rude to the kids, but slowly kept getting worse. He finally started actually attacking the kids. So, we killed him and put him in a casserole. All of my kids loved it! They kept stabbing into the casserole and were thrilled that they got to eat the rooster that had pecked them.
I am always so scared of the roosters poking out the eyes of my little ones.
I am always so scared of the roosters poking out the eyes of my little ones.