Delta f and the Vicissitudes of Life in Windsor

So as some of you know I have a couple of chickens here on the island. B-kak and Beans as I named them have adapted to life well here, laying eggs every day and settling into their coop very nicely. As far as pets go, they're great! They're friendly, follow you around and do a very good job of not being eaten by raccoons. Not a run-of-the-mill pet as far as my Toronto upbringing goes, but when was the last time you ate breakfast made of something that came out of a dog, cat or hampster?

Don't answer that.


"B-kak!"


The question has been lingering for about a month now since I've had my foul and feathered friends as to just what exactly I will do with them when I leave here for the winter. Donate them to a farm? Leave them to brave out the winter here alone? Even - god forbid - slaughtering my good friends has been proposed. With this last option in mind I came access this link to a very disturbing story when you actually have the damn things with their heads on wandering around...


Weird. Just Weird.


So aside from any gruesome experiment that comes to your mind after reading that article, any suggestions for this pair of poultry would be at the very least interesting. The best idea I've heard so far is adorning the chickens with capes that say "you suck" and touting them as the Stony Lake Insult Chickens. Having a pair of those released on your property would be something to remember.

Somehow as the summer wears on though, their fates just seem more and more clear...


Yum.