Waste not...

Well...to update on the doom of the roosters.

Before We Knew the Truth

We have decided never again to name chickens until they are grown (and not roosters.) Another version of the adage "Never count your chickens until they are hatched."

I also turned the roosters into...

A rooster pot pie...with the help of my little ones.

C. and W. Cutting and Counting

Lots of yummy broth for soups, rice, and mashed potatoes.

Every time I serve up a bit of rooster, I thank them. 

For providing for the family. 

For making the children strong and healthy.

For giving us adults the strength to go out another day to help the family.

Rooster Pot Pie

Thank you Flopsy and Mopsy! (Cotton Tail is now the only one left.)

Also since the culling of the flock, we have ordered six new chicks.  Due to the trauma of the rooster incident, we bought Red Stars.  They are a sex-linked breed so the chick roosters are one color and the chick hens are another...no accidental roosters!

Hopefully?