Tonight, while the children are asleep, I am harvesting a rooster. We arrived home to find he had gotten into a gruesome fight with another rooster, though both were free in the yard and it was not a space issue but rather one of dominance. Too many roosters is unhealthy for a farm. His destiny was already written, and this event made it clear the time had come for his transition. This, too, is part of learning and being a farm school. One day I will offer a class on harvesting chickens for adults. Rest, dear handsome one. Thank you for your service, your biddies and the stock that will nourish us. Amen.
Get your hands dirty