This morning dawned cold and clear. I headed to the barn to do the morning chores, milking and feeding the goats, rabbits, and guinea pig. Next I looked in on the chickens and gave them their water, noting they were out of feed. I didn’t have any more and shopping day is tomorrow, so I decided they could forage in the yard today. I pondered the flock, trying to decide which roosters were going to be culled for food this week. I noticed one, who had been looking a bit down for the last week, was really bad off. I decided he needed to be removed immediately, and was not healthy enough to be served to the family since I didn’t know what the problem was.
Now, here is where you stop if you have a weak stomach…..
If your still reading…. So, I picked up the sick rooster without any fuss, took him out of the chicken yard, and proceeded to break his neck for a quick dispatch. I chucked him in a feed-sack for later disposal (it was pretty cold) and set him outside the fence so the dog wouldn’t mess with him. An hour or so later I saw the feed-sack gently float past the window in the wind, obviously empty. I went out to fetch it and collect the bird, but it was gone; some animal must have gotten it. I didn’t care really, it was just destined to be buried, and there was no mess, so I was pretty cool about it.
Then, a few moments ago, I looked out the window, and there before my eyes is a chicken, outside the huge fence. And not only is it a chicken, it’s the chicken I killed this morning, pecking around and looking all over as if his neck was never broken! Now, I have killed a number of chickens, I know how to do the deed! I know he was dead! He flopped, flapped, and just laid there in the dead pose, even when tossed in the sack and thuncked all over the place. I do not know how, but there is a very much alive rooster now on the loose. Oh, and he doesn’t exactly want me to catch him again 😉