We started with 11 roosters, and we are down to eight. Two went into the village to become "seed roosters," as the locals call them, because they are big and beautiful and very interested in the hens. The third went into a frying pan and then our stomachs, and was delicious.
Now, instead of wondering if I can eat them, I am developing my requirements for deciding the order of go into the pot. The really loud roosters are going to go first. They will be quickly followed by the roosters who are really hard on the hens, and fortunately some of the worst crowing offenders are also the worst hen offenders, which makes the decision easy. One rooster, who is big, relatively quiet, and relatively easy on the hens will probably remain to be my seed rooster. We have two other small roosters who might make the cut because they are quiet, pretty, and, in the case of one of them, actually comes to the defense of the hens, even though I know that might change as the pecking order changes. The order will be somewhat determined by how many people I am feeding, and the size of the roosters. However it works out, I am not planning on buying chicken from a store in the near future!
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Our neighbors, 800 feet away, raised chickens. They had a house sitter come stay for several months. After the first night with little sleep from the 4 roosters crowing, the newbie house sitter asked the caretaker to dispatch one of the roosters. The caretaker asked which one. The newbie house sitter replied "the loudest". A true tale from Monkey River.
Dennis
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