The attempts of a former suburbanite family at making a life in the rock & chigger infested wilderness known as The Ozarks.
Daguther? Did you mean daughter? If so why? Did she kill you bird?
Years ago I had a chicken that wound up as Sunday dinner for the very same reason. I get it and approve!!
Was this the one who kept attacking her?
I hope he didn't hurt her! I used to think it was hilarious when Larry and Redneck would chase my little one until she quit coming outside.....She enjoyed that supper.Your dinner looks delish :)
Little Homestead, yep, I meant "daughter", was a typo. But he went after her yesterday and bit her / flogged her. He tried doing it to me about a week ago but I punted him, then forgot about him. Vicki, He was a bit chewy, but made a good enough "revenge" supper and a darned good soup stock.PP, I thought you would approve.Kelly, Luckily she had a pair of jeans on, but he did get her enough to make her cry. After the mean-goose-saga, I'm not hesitating any longer than I have to in order to rid our farm of mean animals.
When Grandson was 3 we ordered chickens from McMurray. They send a rare bird with each order if you want one. He named the little rare bird My Boy. He loved My Boy until it flogged him one day. My Boy ended up on the super table and grandson enjoyed every bite! I bet your little girl did too!
That'll teach him, nasty bugger! I love Rhiannon's big smile! :)
Ha! I'll bet that's the last time he tries that! ;o}
Yes....we usually make "Mean Roo Stew" We have grand babies and I will NOT take a chance that they get hurt. Some people say " Just keep the bird locked up" Well, isn't that worse than putting it down? I would rather enjoy the stew, than torture the bird in solitary confinement. Good job!!
I had that problem. He attacked me the first time because I was gathering eggs and he thought I was attacking his hens I guess. Keeping him in the chicken yard after that did absolutely no good because he was so loud and kept the chickens so upset all day. He made them all afraid of me. So, yeah, he saw his last day. I didn't intend to have a roo anyway, they were all supposed to be pullets.
I loves some mean roo soup. The couple mean roo's that were supposed to be keepers and ended up in my freezer have been tasty tasty roos. Good for you on putting a stop to any mean critters. You and the kiddo should be able to enjoy having them.
Our gentle giant finally met his end by some varmint or other. He was several years old and never ever acted the least aggressive to us. He was a first! Most were so bad that I wouldn't go into the chicken yard. No roosters here now!