Today I sent two roos to freezer camp. The first I processed behind my house in the open. The second I process inside of a 6 foot pen (thank you dh for the suggestion).
I had been outside for a bit. First roo almost completely plucked. I must confess, I am a slow dry plucker the smell of wet feathers ewww
Dogs are laying in the shade they have little to no interest in the process they were earlier drawn by the upset roos and came to check on their chickens.
So around the corner of the house comes my splash Rosecomb DoodleRoo I think he can SMELL me when I am downwind of him. He loves me and just knows it is his job to escort me when I am outside. Following DoodleRoo, my favorite hen (shhh, I did not say that) Sweet Amelia (EE).
Goodness gracious, DoodleRoo saw what I was doing (first time ever for him) took one look at the feathers on the ground and proceeded to call the rest of the flock over for brunch. Here I am, getting ready to cut with chickens flocking to my feet, tasting the splatters on my clothes, fighting over blood feathers a full out feast. I call Hannah, border collie, over and make her lay by me. Chickens climb over her to get feathers.
Not really wanting them to eat the feathers, I leave the area and walk for the rake. I think I will rake the feathers and pick them up. Coming back to the area, I see Smokey Blue (blue Rosecomb roo) fly up to the cutting table and abscond with my plucked bird! Ok he only attempted to abscond the plucked bantam roo still out weighted Smokey Blue.
Animals I tell you!
I had been outside for a bit. First roo almost completely plucked. I must confess, I am a slow dry plucker the smell of wet feathers ewww

Dogs are laying in the shade they have little to no interest in the process they were earlier drawn by the upset roos and came to check on their chickens.
So around the corner of the house comes my splash Rosecomb DoodleRoo I think he can SMELL me when I am downwind of him. He loves me and just knows it is his job to escort me when I am outside. Following DoodleRoo, my favorite hen (shhh, I did not say that) Sweet Amelia (EE).
Goodness gracious, DoodleRoo saw what I was doing (first time ever for him) took one look at the feathers on the ground and proceeded to call the rest of the flock over for brunch. Here I am, getting ready to cut with chickens flocking to my feet, tasting the splatters on my clothes, fighting over blood feathers a full out feast. I call Hannah, border collie, over and make her lay by me. Chickens climb over her to get feathers.
Not really wanting them to eat the feathers, I leave the area and walk for the rake. I think I will rake the feathers and pick them up. Coming back to the area, I see Smokey Blue (blue Rosecomb roo) fly up to the cutting table and abscond with my plucked bird! Ok he only attempted to abscond the plucked bantam roo still out weighted Smokey Blue.
Animals I tell you!