Thursday, June 30, 2011
I see lots of roosters. I remember when I was a girl and we were hungry we would have been in that pen ringing the necks of the rooster to eat.I can see in my minds eye setting at a table with those roosters fried or stewed with dumplings.
We would have an old hen that hatched a few chicks and we watched them until we could imagine them fried then off with their heads. Clayton usual set a hen if one went broody and I remember once the hen was roosting on the back porch on something and Clayton was out there at dusk putting her chicks on the roost with the hen.