I think you mean coming first. 
[Sylvester] Hello, breakfast.[/Sylvester]
It’s a fucken bantam. About as much meat as a quail, and not worth the plucking IMHO.
My first foray into chook-keeping (30 years ago) found us with 8 lovely Australorp hens, and a most handsome rooster of the same breed. Brian was a wonderful bloke, nice and tame and all, but he too had a propensity to crow on the rail outside our bedroom window…from app 4.00am onwards, regardless of the time of year.
Next door lived a couple of elderly spinster sisters who had a flock of their own…reigned over by a bantam rooster, very pretty but as mean as all get-out. Make eye contact and he’d fly at you with spurs outstretched…nasty little fucker he was! And not content with the aggravated rape of all his own harem, he decided that Brian’s ladies were his for the fucking as well. Poor Brian (despite being double the size of his nemesis) was no match for this evil firebrand…and he ended up at the bottom of the garden, scratching out a living celibate and miserable.
Roosters? Fuck 'em.
I believe the original dish for Coq au Vin., given the length of cooking, is for rooster, not hen. Let me check Julia…
Anyone?
Coq au Vin (Quick Recipe)
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Kill and discard le coq.
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Enjoy du vin.
Zoot alors! Vinny le Peu avec le mot “coq”! Tres ordinaire, mais non?
I hate to GQ a fine pitting, but
Woah. I have ticks dropping off trees all over my property and usually onto me. Tell me about the chickens controlling ticks.
I recall a similar recipe for Bourbon Chicken.
There is no such thing as a bad rooster. Only a misunderstood rooster.
Way bad in the day when I lived on acreage, we had chickens. The coyotes would get a few every year, and we’d feed the ones who had fallen off laying to the dogs, so every spring we’d buy sex links at the local feed store. One year, whoever was supposed to make sure all the chicks were female made a mistake, which we discovered when he made his first juvenile, cracked, crow.
We had to put up with it for a bit, as he was still too young to tell apart from the girls. I figured it out the day that he attacked me as I was feeding, and I punted him out of the pen for coyote snacks. Little bastard got back in somehow - he couldn’t fly so that wasn’t it. We had to listen to him crow for weeks, first because we couldn’t tell which one was him, then because we couldn’t catch the sonovabitch. Occasionally he’d attack and I’d be able to punt him out, but he always got back in; finally one day my foot got him in the head and stunned him enough that I could run out and grab him. Dog food at last!
“Mrs Tweedey, the chickens are revolting!”
“Finally we agree on something.”
There was a story on the news tonight about a man who took a baseball bat to his neighbour’s rooster because the bird started crowing at 3:30 in the morning.
So, MacTech, you aren’t by chance, posting from a jail cell are you? 
Nope, but here’s the latest Poultry Update;
We’re adopting six of my sister’s chickens to help with tick control, as my chickens aren’t old enough to live outside yet, they’ll be added to the existing flock when ready
Unfortunately, one of the six is the Feathered Asshole, mainly to get him away from the kids visiting the barn.
He will be on parole up here, the FIRST time he makes any agressive move towards any of us, it will be his last.
He will become dinner and feathers for fishing flies…
I seem to recall that a fully roostered rooster, as compared to a capon, made for rather poor eating. It has been a while, yes…
Not to a coyote. 
Chickens. Dumbest birds in the world.
When I was a teen, we had 6 hens and 2 roosters. We’d get 5 eggs every day. Then one of them flipped out and would screech, panic and flop around destroying eggs whenever someone walked in the coop. I got so freaking tired of it that, one day, I walked in with my .22.
SREECHRAAWFLOPCRASHBAM.
We still got 5 eggs a day from the remaining 5 hens.
You’d think they’d catch on, don’t you?
“Let’s see, now, Esther pecked at the Food Kid, and she’s gone. April pecked the Food Kid, and she’s gone. Henrietta, same thing. Starting to see a pattern here…oh, look! A bug!..”
ever thought of choking the chicken?
Not when I was five, no.
I don’t know if it is just Barred Rocks, but none of them made good eating at all. Maybe if we had tried when they were young, but as adults they were pretty stringy.