After much debate, we culled our rooster on Wednesday. This culling found us both (Tool Lady and I) in a very introspective place. Not to say this is a bad thing. I think that if you’re getting ready to take a life, you should think about it, and have some real feelings about it. It is a serious thing.
The culling of our first rooster a year ago seemed much easier emotionally…neither of us had never done anything like it, we had friends over to show us what to do and how to it, and it was as though we were just getting the job done. I think it also helped that our first rooster was kind of an asshole…er…very Rooster-ish.
But this year, our Little Man was very sweet. Very loud, but very sweet. He fed his flock of chickens and worked to protect them without being aggressive towards us at all. We pretty much figured that he was the perfect rooster and spent quite a while just wishing we had the space to keep him in and that our neighbors wouldn’t hate us for having him.
Then, about a week ago, we had a conversation with one of the few neighbors we actually talk to. See, we live in a neighborhood where people are friendly enough to wave from time to time, but they don’t really engage in conversations. We’re equally as guilty, but try our best to be friendly, offer tomatoes, etc. Anyhow, in this conversation our neighbor mentioned some drama between a few of our other neighbors…apparently the drama involved the poisoning of a barking dog and the subsequent slashing of car tires.
First off…that’s just crappy (and terrifying) behavior in general. Secondly though, it really got me thinking about our dogs (who don’t spend much time outside anyway because they like to bark and animal control has been called on them for said barking) and our chickens. While clucking and cooing has been deemed acceptable by the neighborhood so far, I began to get very nervous about the Cockle-Doodle-Doos coming out of our boy at all hours of the day.
So Wednesday, being a day off, seemed like a good day to ensure that our Rooster would meet the least painful death possible. So, we separated him from the flock on Tuesday (to control his eating) and started watching videos again. Then, on Wednesday morning, we said our Thank You’s and culled him.
He gave us lots of smiles and laughs and will provide us with a delicious meal (a 3 1/2 pound chicken is nothing to sneeze at). And, honestly, he will be missed.
The below video proved very helpful and matched our emotions around this culling quite nicely. This woman seems like a very gentle soul. Though I’m not quite sure about the whole *pink* thing 😉