Did you kill it yourself? I fucking love meat, but I don't think I could do the killing myself- even for an animal I'd never met before, let alone one I'd looked after and stuff
I wrung his neck, there was nowt else to do for him, no-one wants a cockerel and this one was damaging my laying birds. It is a bit upsetting at first, but you get used to it, I definitley keep animals in two categores: Pets and farm animals. The distinction is that pets have names, although my wife has named a couple of the hens, but strangely not all of them.
Cockerels don't have much breast meat to speak of, in fact its quite strange at first, when you are used to seeing plump-breasted young chickens in the shops to see the breast sloping away from the breastbone. Gurt big legs though. I tend to either joint em for a genuine coq-au-vin if I'm feeling all poncey, but usually they go in a pie. Cockerels are also a bastard to pluck, but it seems to be fine if you scald em. I tend to keep a boiled kettle by the sink when I'm doing it.
The dogs like to eat the feet (uncooked, cooked chicken bones splinter and are bad for dogs, but raw is fine), and the offal I'm not using (gizzard for one, I know the French eat em, but I cannot imagine them being owt but dead tough and they stink, to boot).
Oh, and Firky, I reckon if your pullets are a modern laying hybrid, the coulor will be sex-linked, so theres little change theres a cockerel in amongst em, people want to weed them out at day-old to be honest.