When we first got our birds, we had roosters too. Our Red (that was his name) was just gorgeous, he was a Welsummer roo and beeeeautiful. About a year after getting our layer flock we decided that we would give broilers a go. Just another step on the road to growing all our own food. We got the cute little yellow chicks and the kids just went ga-ga over them. At dinner we were discussing the fluffy little things and the kids got very upset when it became clear to them that these chicks would one day be dinner. The moans and tears and whines!! Without missing a beat I seemingly changed the subject and asked them all how they were enjoying their dinner. All three of them piped up that it was a very yummy meal (and truthfully I was having no problems getting them to eat that day) to which I calmly replied: "It's chicken."One day, a few weeks later, my middle son who was about three at the time was out in the yard with me. He was wearing a red sweatshirt...sigh...and Red cleared the miniscule fence that was their "yard" and ran towards my little boy. Oh, he looked amazing running at full tilt across the yard, head forward and his feathers all stream-lined from the speed. My son, seeing him coming, turned and started to run too. Red was too fast for him though and jumped on his back knocking him down. I reached my son a split-second after Red did, so no harm was done...except to my son's pride. After I got his tears dried and his clothes wiped off he looked at me sullenly and said: I think we should eat Red.![]()
I love it! In less than a minute, he turned into a farm boy. Glad he wasn't hurt. Did you eat Red?