That did it. Mike and I spent a few hours changing around the chicken house so everyone would have a much better set up. Tried to keep everyone happy and laying eggs.
One of last year's chickens was having an attitude with this years batch of chickens (the 'teenagers'). Wouldn't stop picking on them. Kept chasing them out of the hen house. Wouldn't let them in the fence. I finally had enough. This has been going on for days. Guess last night was the limit to the nerve that she was dancing on.
Caught the chicken. Chopped her head off. Boiled some water. Hung some bailing twine from the rafter in the kitchen and plucked her. Mike did the gross job of gooping her out. Then I baked her in the oven. She's a little scrawny, but will taste good for lunches tomorrow.
The other chicken, the one that was picking on the 'teenagers' too, was on better behavior today. Maybe she is worried she will wind up in the fridge next to the trouble maker.
I like chicken soup. And chicken salad. And chicken/cheese fajitas. Chicken and rice.
Guess that's what a chicken gets for playing chicken with my last nerve.
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