
When we first ordered our chickens, we ordered all pullets. But cockerels are not that well endowed, so telling males from females is not that simple. One of our White Rock chickens grew bigger than the others and developed a much larger comb and wattle. It was the final cock-a-doodle-do that confirmed his gender. Here he is, proud of the flock behind him.
We didn’t mind the crowing in the morning or all day long for that matter. In fact, I enjoyed the sound effects. It gave the farm the final touch it needed to be a farm.
Well, as you know, we’ve been enjoying our eggs in the morning. But the thought of opening a fertile egg and finding a growing chicken had me a little nervous. And the ladies didn’t seem as fond of Roger as he was fond of them. So…

Roger is now in the slow cooker, but he has good company. Tonight’s dinner will be Coq Au Vin.
Chuck has put this lovely dish together, substituting bacon with his homemade butter, pearl onions with onions from our garden. He has also used Hen of the Woods mushrooms, found earlier this Fall, and some dried Morels from our hunts this past spring. (Yes, we still have a secret stash of Morels.)
Dinner will be around 7 pm (unless Chuck keeps opening the cover of the crock pot and saying “Santa Maria, can you smell that.” Okay, so we watched The Mark Zorro with Tyrone Power last night.) You’re all invited.