I'm aware this picture looks gross, but in real life he didn't look gross. He just looked like chicken. This was a big moment...eating one of our chickens. He was pretty tasty. To roast him, I did this except I put him in a big pot with the lid. Is it weird to anyone else that I keep referring to the chicken (DINNER) as him? It weirds me out. All day we talked about eating TINY. Strange!
There's always more though. Now we have this guy.
His name is questionable still. I call him Oliver. Will calls him Otis. Eventually, he might just be "O," or maybe he'll just have two names. He gets his mate some time this week. For a girl I'm thinking Francis, Maude, May. Any ideas? Will is currently building these rabbits a mansion that will be in my backyard.
Like I said, there's always more...
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