I just knew something was going to happen this morning since my host-brother is coming back today from Baku. So we have/had three roosters in our yard. Fighting and a lack of new baby chickens caused my host-mom to decide that the big boy in the yard needed to be changed since he was fighting with the two smaller roosters and dominating the sex market. I think really it was him just getting old and not being able to produce more chickens and not letting the other guys get a shot at all the hot chicks in the yard. Really? Did I just make that joke? Yep.
Anyway… without further delay, here is how it went down. Don’t worry; I cut it off before the blood starts flying. Get it… chicken; flying… yeah I’m not on my game today.