We received a letter in a mail from a friend and amazing prayer warrior on our behalf. The card mentioned something like "I hope that Micah has gotten some more chickens since his return to Ethiopia." Well, the answer to that hope is both yes and no. We have only dabbled in chickens lately, buying three hens in the local market, one of which was sick and all of which have since died. One of those hens hatched one chick before croaking and so until yesterday, we have a daddy and a baby. Well, the daddy, named Kellogg was not popular with our teammates, whose house is located unfortunately close to the chicken coup. Apparently they didn't like the 4am "call the prayer" belted out by Kellogg each morning. Anyway, with no other pens in usable condition and no time to work on them, we opted to invite Kellogg to a special dinner at our house.
Warning: the video is not for the faint-hearted chicken lovers who think that McNuggets grow on trees. And yes, I confess that I should have spent a bit more time sharpening my knife, but as you see, it finished the job. My assistant in the procedure, however, didn't follow through on his end of the bargain. We practiced several times, yet we didn't take into account the headless flapper lunging toward him in blind self defense. Yes, he was freaked out by it for a bit, but in the end he thought it was cool. He was even the one to throw the head into the pit toilet. The whole rest of the day he was excited to eat rooster for dinner - and in the end, he was mighty tasty!
A "croaking" chicken??? I may have to call PETA about you. Just kidding. My mom used to do the same thing with chickens, actually it freaked me out too. But they did taste good.
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