I just went out while still nighttime and caught all my roosters and put them in a cage for tommorrow. It is time, and they are going to the butcher in the morning. I always hate this part of having chickens. But I also know it's where chicken soup comes from. Roosters are always so pretty -- even though these are mostly crosses. I wanted to calm them down and tell them it's going to be ok. But it's not (for them). I will just think about all the happy times they have had running around the farm all day every day with no restraints at all, doing whatever they darn please. It's a good life they have here. How do the rest of you feel when you haul chickens off to the butcher?