
my cock, is dead
(if you're gonna do it, look me in the eye...)
brunch on the beach at minnis bay with mum-mum and dad-dad.
i've been stalling on killing the two cockerels i got-for-the-pot last month.
they've already had another couple of weeks hanging out at the farm because i haven't been looking forward to it.
but today was CD day: cockerels die day.
we believe that if you want to eat meat, you should give it a good life and be prepared to kill it yourself.
we're not KFC or just getting a pre-packed packet from tescos.
through a weird twist of fate twitter, one cockerel got a last minute reprieve.
and will be rehomed later this week.
so i only had to kill one...this one.


packed up the camper van
home reared roast cockerel for dinner with all home grown vegetables: potatoes, broccoli, beans and garlic: mmmmm
france for a week from tomorrow: will post if i can...