I mentioned in a previous post that my friend, Ros, had been looking after some chicks that she had hatched in her incubator from my eggs. We had a deal that we would split the females that hatch from that, and I would get all the males (Ros doesn’t want to slaughter them herself). I recently stopped by Ros’ house to pick up my chicks. As always, I am impressed with her set up. She lives on a regular suburban lot and she is breeding chickens, rabbits and guinea pigs, as well as having a little orchid and a small garden. We discovered that out of the seven chicks which she hatched, three were female (with four male). I told Ros to keep the other female, as I would have four males for meals (later… once they had grown up a lot). Ros also gave me three of her adult roosters that she originally thought we hens.
These three Roosters, while friendly and handsome, would not be for keeping. I am keeping to my Australorp breed for now, and while I would like to keep these guys, I only agreed to take them from Ros for our cooking pot (Ros was aware of my intentions). I cooked up two of them for a large Roast Chicken dinner, with the third Rooster waiting till the following weekend, where he also was turned into a roast.
Did I tell you about the knife sharpener in the picture above, on the right of the plate? I can’t recall, I will mention it now. It originally had a bone handle, which over the decades had broken. When I got my hands on it, it was so brittle that it looked like plastic. I removed the nub that it had become and attached a piece of wood that I had pruned from one of my trees (I believe it was from a cherry tree). It is now a functional tool and every time I use it I feel a sense of pride at my work.
Back to the topic of the Roosters. I suspect that they were Bantum, which means that they are a smaller type of breed. Regardless, they had sufficient meat on them to feed my family. I turned some of the bones into a stock, and I also saved the gelatinous fat that they produced, so that it can be added to a dish at a later point.
They really are a gift that keeps on giving.