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.
Enjoy!
- AJ
- Charleston, SC, United States
- "Fear is a stranger to the ways of love. Identify with fear, and you will be a stranger to yourself." -ACIM
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"And we'll have chicken and dumplings when she comes". Love you Andrew.
You guys really need to hone that knife. He was sawing on that neck for quite a while before the head finally came off. You had better let that thing simmer for quite a while; I'll bet he is still a toughh old bird. (That is fitting with your theme of bad jokes, isn't it?)
I SO agree w/ Mac! Do these guys not know how to sharpen anything? Also so glad I don't eat chicken!
mmm yardbird...
That bird seemed calmly agreeable with its demise...
I don't care even if you is the last rooster in Atlanta!
So, I didn't make it through the whole video. I prefer to embrace the circle of life without pictures....Supremely interesting blogging these days, A.J.!
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