little red rooster

the boss chicken of our chook run was nicknamed rooster - because she bossed everyone around like a real rooster would.

and then she started attacking the young chickens. wasn't too bad when the baby chickens had a real rooster as part of their foursome, but when we gave him to a hinterland farm all hell broke loose. "Rooster" - the hen we called rooster - started taking lumps out of the younguns. and then scraping around to find the bits with blood on them and gorging herself.

she was cooked.

firstly baked and was delicious when hot, but the meat toughened up quickly as the bird cooled down.
so she was turned into a pie and what a scrumptious pie it ended up being, even better on day two when all of the jelly had set the pie into a wonderful chunky, thick chicken and veg combo.

She Who Must Be Obeyed was I think a bit shocked that I topped the bird and then actually ate her. But after tasting how good the roast and pie was she relented.