I was in charge of raising the chickens when I was a kid. The chicks are sooooooo cute. That stage doesn’t last long. Then comes the chicken stage, not so cute. Then the fresh eggs, great! And some eggs are neat shades of brown too! We’re talking the 1970’s here, before the enviroweenies were so loud. I liked those brown eggs because they were pretty not because they were organic!
Then the chickens get to that big stage, the stage where you have to end their laying days before they get too tough to eat.....well, we slaughtered the chickens at the farm ourselves once. Let’s just say the sight of seeing a freshly slain chicken run around with it’s head cut off is still a vivid memory...after that year we sent them to the chicken “processor”.
Farm raised chicken is the best chicken on earth. Breasts as big as store bought turkey breasts. Eggs, the best.
After I went to college in 1980, the chickens, pigs, beef cattle, all magically disappeared...no more free labor from me! So after that it was all store bought meat and eggs. The folks still have a nice big veggie garden though.
Raising the animals was great. I appreciate it more now than then of course. Now I have my own place and 2 horses, 2 dogs (1 husband).
I don’t think city chickens are a good idea. Chickens are rather....smelly. Noisy of course too. And it’s unlikely those chickens will end up on a dinner plate at all. Maybe that’s OK. It’s just not a good idea to have livestock in town.
OK, TMI, but I don’t want to go to sleep yet...
Hey Diana, did you get to see “Public Enemies” yet and did you like it?
“Hey Diana, did you get to see “Public Enemies” yet and did you like it?”
I didn’t. Husband and I have been working oppostive shifts these days, and then doing lots of family things on top of that.
We will, though! :)