We returned home one day while the workers were in the process of raising our gate. As we started to walk into our yard, one of the workers said nonchalantly, "your guard dropped off this gate key for you. He also brought you a rooster." We replied, "a rooster? Alive?" "Yes," he said half laughing as he walked over to some bushes and ruffled them with his leg. The rooster started squawking behind the bushes and eventually hopped out with it's legs hobbled. We were now the proud owners of this very alive rooster. It was a good thing our dog, Oreo, was on a chain due to the work being done on our gate. While we were in the States on our Home Assignment, Oreo killed 12 chickens that lived near the family who was taking care of her for us. My mind started racing to figure out why our guard had brought us a live rooster. A month or two earlier we had a conversation about roosters. He asked me if we ate them and I said sure. He then said that his mom sometimes gets rooster when she visits her relatives in another town about an hour away. He'd have her bring us one the next time she went there. Of course I was thinking he meant he would bring us a rooster cooked up in some African dish like he's done before with other foods he wanted me to try. Apparently I was mistaken. Now what were we going to do with the rooster. It couldn't stay in the yard because eventually the dog needed to come off the chain, which would mean no more rooster. So, after the kids had a chance to watch the rooster for a while, we loaded it into the vehicle and took it to a friends' house who had an empty cage. The next day the friend got the rooster butchered and brought it to me. Krista wasn't too impressed when I walked in the house with what used to be the rooster in a plastic bag. We ate it a few days later. The meat was very tough, which is pretty common with the chickens and roosters that get to run freely on the street.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Alive?
We returned home one day while the workers were in the process of raising our gate. As we started to walk into our yard, one of the workers said nonchalantly, "your guard dropped off this gate key for you. He also brought you a rooster." We replied, "a rooster? Alive?" "Yes," he said half laughing as he walked over to some bushes and ruffled them with his leg. The rooster started squawking behind the bushes and eventually hopped out with it's legs hobbled. We were now the proud owners of this very alive rooster. It was a good thing our dog, Oreo, was on a chain due to the work being done on our gate. While we were in the States on our Home Assignment, Oreo killed 12 chickens that lived near the family who was taking care of her for us. My mind started racing to figure out why our guard had brought us a live rooster. A month or two earlier we had a conversation about roosters. He asked me if we ate them and I said sure. He then said that his mom sometimes gets rooster when she visits her relatives in another town about an hour away. He'd have her bring us one the next time she went there. Of course I was thinking he meant he would bring us a rooster cooked up in some African dish like he's done before with other foods he wanted me to try. Apparently I was mistaken. Now what were we going to do with the rooster. It couldn't stay in the yard because eventually the dog needed to come off the chain, which would mean no more rooster. So, after the kids had a chance to watch the rooster for a while, we loaded it into the vehicle and took it to a friends' house who had an empty cage. The next day the friend got the rooster butchered and brought it to me. Krista wasn't too impressed when I walked in the house with what used to be the rooster in a plastic bag. We ate it a few days later. The meat was very tough, which is pretty common with the chickens and roosters that get to run freely on the street.
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