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Our box of little fried chicken-bound chicks arrived today. Twenty-five roosters would be like a plague upon the land here, so it’s not too hard to view them as having a different future from my other chickens. I’m looking at them as twenty-five Mean Roosters.
I think that one is already mad.
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that is too funny!
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We had a mean old rooster named JACK..He ended up in the soup pot.He was even nastier cooked..
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We processed our first 17 meat birds on Saturday. The most difficult part was how they walked right up to you when you entered the pen. They would crawl up in your lap and just sit there if you let them. But MAN are they tasty!!!
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As for naming then, I would name them Lunch, Dinner, Crispy, Broiled, Grilled, Baked, Roasted and Stuffed. Less attachment that way.
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Be sure to pen them up by themselves somewhere that they don’t see the ladies and you’ll find them not too unbearable. A smaller pen equals less exercise equals more tender dark meat! A chicken-tractor would be a good way to go.
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