On the slaughter of two roosters.

I snagged the bird and nicked him Powell, Colin.

Go him through a "take my flock FREE" flyer. He wasn't stolen.

He and another dozen chickens flicked into the chicken tractor

pastured and raised in woods as best as we could manage factors

Real quick on diet: bugs and grass but we don't lie about grain

Cause in addition to the peckin' we want some eggs layin'

Now back to this guy, he was not the biggest cock in the coop

but like a man he struted out like he didn't give a poop

Though he wasn't alpha he'd get eggs fertile still

He'd already hatched some chicks before competing with Sweet'ums from Hurdle Mills

Sweet'ums was his biggest enemy. The Orpington Buff.

While that great big rooster was chill with hens, with Colin he was rough.

Napoleon was our bantam cock, was the animal of which I was most keen.

But that little non-tyrant had the most sense so he quickly split the scene.

For it wasn't long before those chicks I mentioned came to be mature birds.

And our male to female ratio indicated it was time to thin the herd.

So we gave away a bunch of young roosters to friends. That cleared the air.

But still with Sweet'ums and Powell we were left with one of Powell's male heirs.

So three spurred, combed, and waddled men were fighting over the roost

and from this competition there'd been claims of hen abuse.

Well to start, I haven't seen a measure of pleasure from hens heavy mounted

I've counted zero solicited illicit encounters with the boys

But I do agree that with extra roosters the hens have even less of a choice.

So now I'll tell you the story of how cock culling continued:

Another layer of characters, my farm mates willing

came with various reasons to stage a killing.

Out of respect for life or a taste for poultry

We'd go full butchery even if the meat was paltry.

For Sweet'ums a oardin was given for his crimes

but the other two were sentenced to their end times.

We wanted death humane we tried the bleeding out method

We held him upside down cut his jugular, carotid, jugular, carotid

But even after minutes he was less than dead

So we ended up scissoring off his head.

Things went quicker for rooster's rooster son.

We used a gun.