Roosters In The Freezer
I have gone back and forth in my mind whether or not I should blog about our chicken feast. In the end I decided that I did want to chronicle the adventure that we had with our chickens this year.
We started out with 21 chickens and didn’t know just how many roosters we were going to have. We said from the beginning that “we will just eat them” or “sell them.” Well, I can tell you that nobody wants roosters. Or should I say that nobody wants to pay for roosters. You can find them on Craigslist, but I wonder if anybody really ever buys them.
Well, after a period of time we could tell who was going to be “et” and who wasn’t. The roosters developed a lot quicker than the hens. They got their wattles and comb quickly and their shape was altogether . . . different. So after it was all said and done, we had—- eight roosters. Not too bad. Out of 21 we only had eight that had to be “dealt” with.
I went back and forth on how many to keep. One or two. Two or one. Finally we decided that two should work for now. We knew that we wanted to keep “Pretty” the Americana and one of the Dominickers. One of those Dominickers was definitely more agressive. One had given me nasty looks and wing flutters once before, but I didn’t know which one it was! So . . . I made a guess. When I went into the coop to choose, I chose the one that gave me the weird look. At that point I hoped that I made a wise choice.
I think I did.
So. Slaughter day. We got our stuff ready and set everything up.
We decided to use the traffic cone method for draining all the blood after the heads were chopped off on the tree stump.
This method worked extremely well. The bucket underneath caught everything that came down through it. After wards, we just hosed the cones off.
I was the official chicken catcher.
I have to admit that I did cry the first time. I couldn’t help myself. We had those chickens for a while and I grow attached to any animal–rooster or not. I puckered out my bottom lip . . . because the cameraman told me to.
I’ll spare you any pictures of the beheading. Actually, we don’t have any. Thank goodness. Chris did the deed with his Dad’s help holding the chicken still.
I did the dunking in the hot water. I dunked them for 20-30 seconds.
I did the plucking. It was amazingly easy. Nothing like what I thought it would be.
Chris did all the dressing, chopping up and skinning.
You may wonder if we let Bryce watch this event. Of course we did! I want him to know where his food comes from. What a learning experience. He was not there for the beheadings, but everything else—he saw.
He talked about eating his chickens for a long time. In fact, yesterday he asked me when we were going to eat the rest of them. I had to explain that we wanted the hens because they lay the eggs. He said,” But they haven’t laid any yet!” Patience, patience.
So, will we do this again? Let me say that this experience was great. It was so easy. We thought that we would be doing it all day, but it only took about four hours to dress five roosters. Pretty good for our first time. We had no idea what we were doing. At all. Our neighbor Bill was a huge help.
So, we now have two roosters in our pen. Pretty and Maybe. The Dominicker that I chose to keep, Chris dubbed Maybe. Because, after all, maybe we don’t need two roosters. The third chicken that was not eaten is now known as Lucky. Our neighbor’s brother-in-law decided that he’d like a rooster for his five hens that were getting up in age. So, that rooster was very, very lucky. I chose him at random. The biggest Rhode Island Red roosters we chose to eat, so Tom got the smallest one.
We had grilled chicken for dinner that night with our neighbors. And I put three in the freezer. Not too shabby.
Filed under: Backyard Chickens, Cooking/Baking, Homesteading on August 7th, 2009 | No Comments »
enjoying are garden lately. This basket is small in comparison to what we have been picking most days. My favorite tomato this year has, by far, been the Golden Jubilee. It has a nice shaped yellow/orange fruit with a wonderful flavor. They are the lighter colored tomatoes in the basket.







