Wow, that sounds sinister, doesn’t it? It sounds like the name is not so much spoken as intoned: “The Killing Cooooonnnnnne,” like a tool of unspeakable torture. Actually it’s a quick and merciful way to dispatch a bird, and I got mine at Home Depot. Or more accurately, I got the sheet metal for it …

To Absalom’s legs, that is. The ones with the spurs on them. Absalom met his Maker on Saturday morning. Here’s the fixin’s for rooster soup, just before Jessica bagged them to put in the freezer: It was not a pleasant end. I’m really sorry, Absalom, but I didn’t know what I was doing. By the …