Hmmmmm ...... your sister's coworker is able to actually keep a job?
Our first rooster was a white leghorn that we named Peep Peep. We didn't know he was a cockerel, and he was fighting with the other chicks, so we raised him in the house. He peeped a lot, hence the name. He grew up to be very mean and attacked me one day, sinking his talon into my forehead and gave me a concussion. As soon as I was able, we butchered him. I thought I'd boil him in the crockpot and turn him into soup, but I didn't bother to mark him on the package before he was frozen. We had company the night I accidentally fried him up. As soon as we started to bite into the tough meat, everyone realized it was Peep Peep. I told the kids, including the company, they didn't have to eat Peep Peep. Instead, they all wanted to dig right in and chew, chew chew. Peep Peep had gone after them all. They wanted revenge!