Artistic License to Kill

Tonight we had my favourite art model for dinner.

You might ask me why I did it. I have a rule that if a rooster turns mean, it becomes dinner. Of course, I hesitated a bit, but Pokey (that was his name, Pokey) was so mean lately that the Sultan started sleeping outdoors. Pokey wasn't letting him into the chicken coop.

This is the Sultan:

He also makes a fairly decent art model, actually. All is not lost.

I went out to feed the chickens this evening, and things were much more peaceful without Pokey the Rooster.

In case you were wondering, the Wiz Bang Plucker worked great.


  1. I guess the pecking order stops at the Chef, right? :o)

    How come the Sultan's not named Gumby?

  2. You know, I never thought of that. Really, the third rooster (second, now) should be Gumby, because they were Spring Chickens together. But his name is Rosie. Go figure.