… dead critters equal a chance for an autopsy. (We are not the only ones!)
Recently I offed a rooster. Yep, struck him down in the prime of his life.
Roosters are not allowed to puff up and run at me or my children. To do so means death!
My weapon of choice was a level. I was working on fencing that day and had a 2 foot level in my hand at the time of his ill-fated bravado.
I don’t think the girls (hens) were all that impressed anyway.
Mr. Muscled skinned him and then he and the kids performed an autopsy. They identified all the organs, asked lots of questions and thought the whole thing was really cool.
We have been studying the human body so seeing many of the same organs in the chicken, and on a much smaller scale, really helped them understand how things really look.
Ever since then the kids have been begging me to off another chicken. I can’t. We have lost 8 in 2 weeks. I am not sure what it is but the last 3 were taken during the day. I have a game trail camera and a live trap that we will set up tomorrow. Then we shall see what is killing our flock!
Have a blessed day,
~Rhen







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Posted by Kellyn on May 30, 2008 at 11:32 am
That is hilarious! I don’t home school, but my daughter is always pulling bugs apart to see how they work. Lessons are lessons no matter where they happen.