Frank is in the pot. Yes, he really is at this very moment being cooked up in a pot on the stove. My very obliging husband "did the deed" while I busied myself with household chores. It seems we will be having chicken and biscuits tonight for supper! I trust I will be able to eat it....I can't help but think that the ladies will be much better off--at least now they can grow their feathers back. The two in confinement seem to be doing ok--Lil' Roxie is definitely on the mend, even though she has yet to lay me an egg. Goldie was doing fine, but today seems mopey. It might be because I have all of the hens and littles together in the pen for bonding. Or it might be a set back. Or maybe they know about Frank???? We will see. They will have to pick a leader now, as they won't have him to tell them what to do anymore. I think they will sort it out just fine.
And, no, I am not going to post any pictures of my chicken and biscuits!!!