So I gave my GF 3 hens, and her favorite one, Stewie- after Tony Stewart her favorite Nascar driver, woke us up this morning with "her" crowing. GF wasnt having it, so we got up, put Stewie in a box and went to Moms house. Well, Mom is a old-school farmgirl thru and thru, so needless to say I now know how to butcher and clean a chicken, and cute little Stewie, a silver-laced wyanndotte, is about to go into the crockpot. S(he) looks very tasty, and it was one heck of an experience.