Poor Winkin'. He was a beautiful white and black EE, 3 1/2 months old, but now he's stew. He developed his 3 rows on the comb and started crowing, got the long curved tail feathers and definitely looked different than the other EE's. Now I know what people mean by the "stink eye" He could really give the "eye" if anyone or any bird came too near. We live in the suburbs so I didn't want the neighbors to complain about his crowing which might lead to anti-chicken ordinances. I've since read that white and black EE's are often males so I wish that the Chicken Sexers had given him a second look before calling him a female. I guess that it's hard to tell when they're so tiny. I have many fond memories of him and his 2 sisters since they were 3 tiny tufts of feathers. I watched the videos on how to kill a bird and how to clean it. I did it the old fashioned way with a hatchet and the chopping block/stump in the backyard. I wrapped him in a towel to keep him still and calm and unable to flap. I told him what a beautiful chicken he was right up to the end. He was the first animal I ever killed. (I'm not counting the poor cat that ran in front of my car a few years ago.) It wasn't as traumatic (to me) as I thought it would be once I made the decision to do it. (My husband backed out of the job, "Maybe we could find him a home. Maybe the neighbors won't hear him"..etc.) My son had offered to do it but he was at work so I told myself to stop being a wooss. (How is that word spelled??) If my female ancestors could kill a chicken, so could I. There wasn't a lot of meat on him and no fat. It's definitely not something I would want to do on a regular basis, but I did it.