Adam posting here: The kids and I butchered two of our adult roosters this morning. Spartacus was mean and the other rooster was given to us by a neighbor. The morning crowing and the constant fighting was getting a little old. Plus, we’ve learned that you only need one rooster for every 10 hens. Our buddy Trojan does just fine taking care of the hens and he’s nice and quiet. Spartacus spurred me on multiple occasions, and the kids and Mae Lynn were afraid to go near him.
With that said, he has now joined the other chickens in freezer camp. It’s amazing how small roosters are compared to the big broilers we raise. Or rather, it’s amazing how big those broilers get in such a short period of time. The thigh meat is decent but dark as red meat. There’s no breast meat, so we’ll use the rest of the carcass for broth and pull the meat off the bone. Check out the spur from the foot of this rooster!

Whow! That spur is a weapon. When your oldest brother was about 2 years old he was staying with Grandma Garrett one day. She went into the chicken yard to gather eggs. She had a rooster like Spartacus. Her rooster spurred her pretty bad on the arm and was headed for Kyle. Grandma was too fast however… She sent her rooster to the freezer too. 🐓