Stew the Rooster is no more!
**Some photos show graphic images**
Stew was hurting some the hens. He was eating feed and not producing anything but crowing. (Not that the crowing bothered me...) He just wasn't pulling his weight around the homestead.
So the time had come for Stew to make a contribution.
We rung his neck. Plucked his feathers. And dressed him out.
Of course stew was destined for the stew pot.
In his honor, I whipped up a batch of homemade egg noodles.
The final result, Stew made a mighty fine pot of chicken noodles
~or as they call in here in the South~ Chicken Pastry.
Thank you Stew. You taught us many things.
**Some photos show graphic images**
Stew was hurting some the hens. He was eating feed and not producing anything but crowing. (Not that the crowing bothered me...) He just wasn't pulling his weight around the homestead.
So the time had come for Stew to make a contribution.
We rung his neck. Plucked his feathers. And dressed him out.
Of course stew was destined for the stew pot.
In his honor, I whipped up a batch of homemade egg noodles.
The final result, Stew made a mighty fine pot of chicken noodles
~or as they call in here in the South~ Chicken Pastry.
Thank you Stew. You taught us many things.
Stumble It!
