I'm procrastinating. I have to go kill cockerels. I have a beautiful Sumatra mix, and I hate to do it, but he's just got to go. I had a friend bring me two beautiful Brahma boys to process and another friend bringing me like 8 pure partridge java and mile-fleur Leghorn cockerels to process and I feel just awful about killing such pretty boys, but you can only have just so many roosters before they just have to go. I need to rewire my garage so I can put a freezer in there. Though I must say that the pull-out freezer in my arnoir fridge can really pull its weight. What I really need (and have asked santa for) is a plucker. My fingers nearly froze off while plucking the Thanksgiving muscovy. I got his big feathers plucked and then brought him inside and handed him to my husband to do the pin feathers. My fingers were numb at that point and I get that syndrome where my fingers get all bright red and numb when they get too cold. Anyway, thank goodness its warm today. It will be good for processing.