Rhubarb moved into the garage after announcing to the entire neighborhood that he was in fact a he.
At the mention of culling him (that is a nice word for eating) some of the kids started crying and even though I grew up with eating most of our food fresh, I never had to deal with my children's innocent eyes looking up at me as I mentioned eating their pet.
But, we feel it could offer many valuable lessons, so...
Being the kind and thoughtful parents that we are, Mr. Pilot and I put the kids to bed and started googling how to cull a chicken. Truthfully, I could probably remember how to do it even thought it has been a long time since I have assisted with any sort of culling, but I might wimp out and my husband is a former city boy and wouldn't even know where to begin...
There is an impressive amount of information about how to cull a chicken on the web. We learned that even 11 year olds can run chicken processing businesses.
We came across the whizbang chicken plucker
and found it to be quite~uhm~interesting. After several gasps and laughs and chicken-with-its-head-cut-off jokes, we decided on running an ad at the local farm supply store first, in hopes that someone might want him. (yeah, I am a wimp) but we agreed to mentally prepare for another method since it wouldn't be right to keep him in the garage for long. So, here is the add we posted:
OOPS!
Our 12 week old Maran Cockerel (April 1st)
was supposed to be a hen.
Please call if you are interested in giving Rhubarb a nice new home.
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