Awright, I gotta share this story. Sorry if its a bit long.
The first time I ordered day old chicks, everyone was excited for them to arrive. I kept warning my wife and both daughter (the daughters were 10 and 11 yrs old) to PLEASE DO NOT NAME THE CHICKS. WE CANNOT KEEP MORE THAN TWO ROOSTERS. I AM BUTCHERING ANY EXTRA ROOSTERS!
But daaaaad, can I name a hen? Can I name the roosters we're gonna keep? I wanna name them....... blah blah blah.
Then my sis-in-law pokes her head in a couple weeks later, see's the biggest freaking Black 'Lorp in the brooder and immediatly names it Walter. "Hey, look how big that one is. Oh yeah, he's a Walter if I ever did see one". .... O.K fine, I'm keeping that roo anyway, because it matured so quick. Fine, we'll call it Walter.
Then I cave in, and let the daughters each pick out ONE PULLETT that they can name. Well I guess I caved in a little bit early, as my youngest's pullett grew into a wonder slow-to develope Black Austrolorp rooster. Great.
Five months latter, Walter goes on a rampage and starts spurring the kids any time they go near the coop. He's beating up the other two roosters, and is in general just a mean old bird.
"Slim," my wife says, "Walter's gotta go." Well by this time, after learning where chicken nuggets come from, my 11 yr old decides she's a vegetarian. Thats cool by me. No biggy. And my wife has decided she can't eat chicken at all. But 'ol Walter has got to go.
So I get up nerve, and one evening while the wife and kids were away I butcher Walter. Never had done anything like that before, and was a bit worried if I'd have cojones.
The next evening my youngest daughter and I sat down to a roasted chicken dinner, complete with all the trimmings. I had raised the meat, butchered the meat, and cooked the meat. I was quite proud of myself.
Well my daughter knows exactly what is one her plate, and after eating a bit of chicken says "Ya know dad, Walter was mean, but he sure does taste good."

Is that great or what!
I butchered the rest of the extra roosters the next week and my youngest and I are the only ones that got to enjoy the stisfaction of food raised by your own hand.
Thanks for letting me subject you all to that story.