I hatched my Barred Rock Roo and hand raised him. Carried him around, let him ride on my shoulder, fed him out of my hand... at 17 months he started attacking. When he attacked me last Monday, I made him a chicken dinner. He was the star.
A mean rooster is a foul fowl.
I made him into a delicious dish.
A mean rooster is a foul fowl.
I made him into a delicious dish.
