They have started attacking Raelee, Steph and friends that come over. We just couldn't take that chance anymore. You can see how mean Frankie looked:
But instead of just butchering them and tossing them out, we dressed them out and are putting them in the freezer. They went to chicken heaven.
Wow, what a thought.
Becoming a farmer is sometimes difficult, but it is the lesser of all the evils. I am enjoying harvesting fruits and veggies and I might as well enjoy raising our own food, giving them a warm and cozy home with lots of tender loving care prior to harvesting them. I have to tell myself that... instead of livestock yards, teeny chicken cages and inhumane treatment we will care for them until harvest day. They will never see the inside of a cruel slaughter house.
So with no further discussion, rest in peace Frankie:
And Cole:
We loved you when you were nice and sometimes even when you weren't.
We already miss your warning crows... chatter crows... 'all is well' crows...
We will especially miss your morning wakeup crows...
But the hens will not miss your lovey dovey selves... you wore them slap out, pulled their feathers out and were even mean to each other.
And you attacked people who loved you while protecting 'the girls'.
Being a farmer is not always fun.
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