This is the sad end of a proud rooster. It fought for its life but lost the battle. A "cook" will remove the feathers and the owner of the cock can pick it up when he goes home. It took this guy less than two minutes to remove all the feathers.
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nice pics! my dad goes to these cockfights but i haven't seen the dressing of the fighting cocks.
i think i've used up my list of superlatives to describe this series. a fitting end i suppose to a truly fantastic storyline - more than worthy of publication!
Cock fighting is illegal here but like gladiators I might prefer to go out fighting. Certainly a better life than the majority of chickens raised for food crowded in our chicken factories.
It just amazes me how you get images like these. Now I know how the loosing cocks end up. It's very journalistic and informative. Do the owners eat them after? I heard fighting chickens have hard meat.
Yes, we have buried our roosters and chickens in the Philippines. When we were children, my parents raised chickens in the range. They were free to roam. We played with some of them, mostly chasing them away or playing with their chicks. We raised a rooster named "Maes". Maes lived for a long time. He was a beautiful cock. My brother groomed him to be a fighting cock but never engaged him in any fights. When he died we burried him in our pet cemetery. We burried the Mother of all Chickens "Elma" and we burried a chicken name "Camba". Any animal that we give name, we bury when they die of old age. We burried a pig named, of course, "Piggy". The butchers were waiting. It would have fetched them several thousands of pesos. My parents took one look at my brothers and sisters and told the vet to wait for its death. Then we burried her. My parents told us to stop naming animals. Christening the animals cost a lot of money! :-) As kids we knew that naming the animals saved them from the chopping block!!! :-) :-) :-) However, I really think that my parents were special.
SID,
i was in the Phils. from the 11th to 21sept. i went to visit my wife's relatives in Nueva Viscaya and they live half a block from the cockfight arena. i was asked by my bro-in-law to attend the cockfight. i did go but will never return back and experience it again. it is so loud, noisy and bloody. people are cursing, i don't know if they are cursing the rooster or the referee and the ones taking the bettings are like the stock market people shouting for the bid. but ur pics are nice.
Toxic Lens: Well observed. This is the foot where the gaff(blade)was attached. The blades are very expensive. After the fight the leg with the gaff is just cut off. The body goes to the cook and the leg to the owner of the blade who will clean it and sharpen it again.
You can see that in my entry of September 15 (fifth picture) http://my_sarisari_store.typepad.com/my_sarisari_store/2006/09/click_image_to__4.html#comments
Really, it's sad for the rooster. After being caressed by the owner for "grooming" before fights and winning big bucks for him in the previous lucky matches, the badly wounded or killed rooster will be dressed unceremoniously, cooked and eaten. I think all roosters (and chickens for that matter) end that way. I have yet to hear of a dead rooster being buried in the Philippines. :)
I often wonder why these men think they can expose their bellies in public whenever they feel like it. (top photo). I noticed a lot of them did it while walking down the streets. Is it a sort of "airing the tummy"?
As for the proud cocks these photographs show what they are - just chickens. But why men have to subject them to cruelty before consumption is beyond reason.
I was in Tunisia a few years back and stopped at a road side cafe with some locals and I witnessed--the locals were keen on me seeing the process--the proprietor go into a pen, pick out a lamb and with in an amazingly short perior of time about 8 folks were sitting down to dinner; it is kind of sad these proud (looking) birds end up this way
nice pics! my dad goes to these cockfights but i haven't seen the dressing of the fighting cocks.
Posted by: mikel | September 30, 2006 at 10:43 AM
compare this to the number of chickens slaughtered by fastfood chains ...
Posted by: max | September 28, 2006 at 03:18 AM
So disturbing that the animals were killed just for our entertainment.
Posted by: Alicia | September 27, 2006 at 04:17 AM
i think i've used up my list of superlatives to describe this series. a fitting end i suppose to a truly fantastic storyline - more than worthy of publication!
Posted by: david | September 25, 2006 at 08:49 PM
just 2 mins really quick work...so professional:-P another great series
Posted by: outdoorexposure | September 25, 2006 at 10:19 AM
Cock fighting is illegal here but like gladiators I might prefer to go out fighting. Certainly a better life than the majority of chickens raised for food crowded in our chicken factories.
Posted by: cool daddio | September 25, 2006 at 06:23 AM
Fascinating series, its sad but true!
Posted by: Ashish Sidapara | September 25, 2006 at 12:41 AM
Great color and this series has tremendous impact.
A strange practice, but many things we humans do are very strange if one is not accustomed to them.
Posted by: don | September 24, 2006 at 10:38 PM
Huge post... :) The last 4 pictures are great!
Michael
Posted by: 19 Seconds Of Spring | September 24, 2006 at 05:57 AM
The photos tell a story.. This is what it is for centuries and some people may not like the blood and find the sport too cruel.
Posted by: bw | September 24, 2006 at 01:21 AM
It just amazes me how you get images like these. Now I know how the loosing cocks end up. It's very journalistic and informative. Do the owners eat them after? I heard fighting chickens have hard meat.
Posted by: Ferdz | September 23, 2006 at 10:42 PM
To Abaniko:
Yes, we have buried our roosters and chickens in the Philippines. When we were children, my parents raised chickens in the range. They were free to roam. We played with some of them, mostly chasing them away or playing with their chicks. We raised a rooster named "Maes". Maes lived for a long time. He was a beautiful cock. My brother groomed him to be a fighting cock but never engaged him in any fights. When he died we burried him in our pet cemetery. We burried the Mother of all Chickens "Elma" and we burried a chicken name "Camba". Any animal that we give name, we bury when they die of old age. We burried a pig named, of course, "Piggy". The butchers were waiting. It would have fetched them several thousands of pesos. My parents took one look at my brothers and sisters and told the vet to wait for its death. Then we burried her. My parents told us to stop naming animals. Christening the animals cost a lot of money! :-) As kids we knew that naming the animals saved them from the chopping block!!! :-) :-) :-) However, I really think that my parents were special.
Posted by: Ces | September 23, 2006 at 08:46 PM
We eat the pollo habitually, but to see them while they come bubbled in that way comes wants to become vegetarians.
Posted by: fabio | September 23, 2006 at 06:31 PM
Now, i know how the loser cocks end their life.
please: I have to mention my personal info daily in spite of the fact i select "remember .."
can you explain me why ?
Posted by: Christian | September 23, 2006 at 04:11 PM
SID,
i was in the Phils. from the 11th to 21sept. i went to visit my wife's relatives in Nueva Viscaya and they live half a block from the cockfight arena. i was asked by my bro-in-law to attend the cockfight. i did go but will never return back and experience it again. it is so loud, noisy and bloody. people are cursing, i don't know if they are cursing the rooster or the referee and the ones taking the bettings are like the stock market people shouting for the bid. but ur pics are nice.
Posted by: melsantos | September 23, 2006 at 02:51 PM
A sad end. At the wrong end of the food chain, I guess.
Posted by: pieterbie | September 23, 2006 at 11:37 AM
Toxic Lens: Well observed. This is the foot where the gaff(blade)was attached. The blades are very expensive. After the fight the leg with the gaff is just cut off. The body goes to the cook and the leg to the owner of the blade who will clean it and sharpen it again.
You can see that in my entry of September 15 (fifth picture)
http://my_sarisari_store.typepad.com/my_sarisari_store/2006/09/click_image_to__4.html#comments
Posted by: Sidney | September 23, 2006 at 09:34 AM
Really, it's sad for the rooster. After being caressed by the owner for "grooming" before fights and winning big bucks for him in the previous lucky matches, the badly wounded or killed rooster will be dressed unceremoniously, cooked and eaten. I think all roosters (and chickens for that matter) end that way. I have yet to hear of a dead rooster being buried in the Philippines. :)
Posted by: Abaniko | September 23, 2006 at 09:25 AM
Great detail and color!
I am guessing that's the best way to ensure your meat is fresh!
Posted by: Solaria | September 23, 2006 at 08:47 AM
I noticed many of them are missing a foot... Has the winner taken it for a trophy?
Posted by: Toxic Lens | September 23, 2006 at 07:11 AM
I wonder of yours pictures!
great work Sidney
the only bad is your server, very sloe
Posted by: fabrizio | September 23, 2006 at 05:09 AM
It is a cruel world Sid. Thanks anyway for this fascinating sequence about the cockfights.
Posted by: Wim van der Meij | September 23, 2006 at 03:30 AM
Amazing series of photograph's Sydney. Very informative. I used to want to go and see a cock fight, now I'll pass on the experiance!
Posted by: Mike Dougan | September 23, 2006 at 02:50 AM
I often wonder why these men think they can expose their bellies in public whenever they feel like it. (top photo). I noticed a lot of them did it while walking down the streets. Is it a sort of "airing the tummy"?
As for the proud cocks these photographs show what they are - just chickens. But why men have to subject them to cruelty before consumption is beyond reason.
Posted by: Ces | September 23, 2006 at 02:16 AM
I was in Tunisia a few years back and stopped at a road side cafe with some locals and I witnessed--the locals were keen on me seeing the process--the proprietor go into a pen, pick out a lamb and with in an amazingly short perior of time about 8 folks were sitting down to dinner; it is kind of sad these proud (looking) birds end up this way
Posted by: johnz | September 23, 2006 at 02:16 AM