Friday, April 6, 2012

The End of the Road

Today was an interesting day. It started out pretty normal--I went out to Elgin to meet up with Brit for a run. She just got back from Zambia and I was super excited to see her. Then I headed home in time for Adam to drive around the world. Thankfully the purpose of this drive was to collect checks, he took Johnny along and they enjoyed the time together. I met up with Stef at Woodmans, swapped kids for a bit and then when Adam got home we swapped back and headed for Barrington Hills. This is where the day gets interesting. We stopped at the tractor supply and picked up an incubator. We want to hatch eggs from Marilyn, because his grace period was over the other day when he went at a visiting child and tried to attack me when I was loading the car. It's just not fun. I was always fond of him, but recently he has been my nemesis. I can't flap my arms when I am holding stuff, and I want kids to be able to play without worrying about being attacked. Onto Barrington Hills... We have a family friend who also raises chickens. He got a straight run and ended up with three roosters that he needed to get rid of due to noise and the small number of hens he had due to coyotes. Our plan was to pick one and swap it for our rooster. When I say swap I should say replace, because we intend to eat Marilyn. All the roosters he had were so nice! Kevin, Bob and Bugeye. LOUD though! That was the main reason he had to be rid of them--neighbors were complaining. Anyhow, Adam decided that if was going to be butchering one chicken he might as well do two more. We hopped back in the van with four kids and three roosters. I got really sad about it this afternoon. An interesting thing to be doing on Good Friday. Adam and the boys did the first birds and Adam did Marilyn alone. We didn't need to see it. Surprisingly though, when they were all defeathered and ready to bag it wasn't such a big deal; just chicken. I'm looking forward to trying some new recipes next week. 


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