3 of the cockerels went yesterday.
I have their leg rings on the worktop, ready to sterilise and put away. It is so sad. I have to make myself remember that these chickens had a really happy life, much longer than the life of most table chickens. And that all chickens are chickens and have personalities, irrespective of whether I knew them personally or not.
I was updating our Chick Records, and realised that the blue ring belonged to the only cockerel with a pea comb. He was the one who was the spitting image of his mum, Rose.
This part of the cycle just doesn't get easier. I guess it's better in some ways that it doesn't, as it keeps me very aware of what I eat, and determined not to waste anything.
Luckily for me, DH does the gutting.
I have their leg rings on the worktop, ready to sterilise and put away. It is so sad. I have to make myself remember that these chickens had a really happy life, much longer than the life of most table chickens. And that all chickens are chickens and have personalities, irrespective of whether I knew them personally or not.
I was updating our Chick Records, and realised that the blue ring belonged to the only cockerel with a pea comb. He was the one who was the spitting image of his mum, Rose.
This part of the cycle just doesn't get easier. I guess it's better in some ways that it doesn't, as it keeps me very aware of what I eat, and determined not to waste anything.
Luckily for me, DH does the gutting.
