Little bit of Sadie and a little bit of...

Sadie continues to shoot up like a weed. She was officially 2 months old yesterday. I always thought it was really stupid that people said their kid was like 16 weeks old instead of 4 months, but I get it now. She'll be 9 weeks old tomorrow but is only 2 months old. Weird. But really, I'm a grown man. Should I have figured that out before now?

Oh well. Here's a picture of Sadie sitting beside her mom, watching her work.

UPDATE - Sadie had her 2 month checkup today and weighed 11 pounds and is 22 inches tall. She's not going to be a tall girl, I don't think... Otherwise, the Dr. said everything was perfect!

Also, this past weekend I had a bit of an experience/learning of a valuable life skill. Steph's parents have a farm in Danbury, NC. They've got about 100 acres of beautiful ATV trails, ponds, animals, the whole bit. They've got chickens that have been producing eggs for a little over a year now. In the Spring of 2012 they bought another dozen chicks to produce more eggs. Now, you may not know this, but it's really difficult to tell whether you've got a hen or a rooster until they grow up. It's a crap shoot, unless you process thousands of chickens and know exactly how to figure it out.

Well, of the dozen they bought this past Spring, 4 of them were roosters. Up until a few weeks ago, they were all peacefully coexisting. Then puberty hit.

The roosters starting crowing, fighting each other, and doing their best to get as many hens as they could. This caused the Hens to stress out and stop laying eggs. So on Saturday Bryan, Zach and myself went to the farm and dispatched with three of the roosters. We caught them, strung them up, chopped their heads off, plucked them (dip them in hot water for 30 seconds and the feathers just fall off), and Alan skinned them, cleaned them (food sac and stink sac? awesome.), and prepared them for a cookout. They're in the freezer at the farm, just waiting for the next Cox family get together.

It was not something I want to do every weekend, but it was a great skill I learned. We recorded it for posterity and took some pictures. I'm only posting one, and that'll be after the jump. If you don't want to see a bloody knife and a rooster head, don't go past the jump.

Just so you know, the saying "running around like a chicken with my head cut off" is quite an accurate statement. It's quite funny to watch a headless chicken running around the yard. I'm told they don't feel any pain once their heads are off. It's just muscle spasms. They sure are funny muscle spasms though...