I love hot chicks but my cats would love them more. :)
Fowl ! :)
I love hot chicks but my cats would love them more. :)
Fowl ! :)
Ya. Tim is the master of the obvious after the beans are spilled! ;)
I give....Why, Tim?
I hate the little buggers. I worked the whole gamut of chicken production including cleaning out the houses and spreading it in farmer's fields.
Washed water bottles, filled them every day. Set out feed. Set up brooders. took them down. set up feed conveyors. All the while counting the dead and noting what it looks like they died of. Caught the crazy things and shoved them into transport coops.
All this in houses up to 300 yards long.
I love me some fried chicken! :D
They are mean and peck each other to death.
The red light makes everything look like blood and doesn't draw their attention to the weak/wounded ones.
I dislike eating chicken.
Long story but even though we ate good all we had one winter was boiled old laying hens.
Boiled chicken this and pressure cooked chicken that.
Enough for a lifetime!
Yeah, the production chikuns were nasty compared to the ones My Uncle Robert raised.
Big, fat and healthy.
I was gifted a dozen bitties and raised them up proper. Gave them names.
Rode them around in a wheelbarrow. Pets.
Then came the day. They had to go to uncle Robert to slaughter and process them.
I could not go watch, but I sure did eat some fried chicken! :rofl2:
That is why I have and don't recommend giving your animals/insects names.
I just ordered about 40,000 bees yesterday.:shrug:
My wife was born and raised on a farm outside of Jacksonville, Illinois.
When we first got married we lived there for a while.
Part of the farm was the chicken operation.
Feeding, collecting eggs, shoveling chicken crap and slaughtering was all part of the deal.
Been there, done that, don't ever have to do it again. I still enjoy eating the little buggers though.
Pete <:-}