That's funny and I personally know from experience how true it is. Let me tell you a short story about my farm here I call Fortress Babylon. We looked at several places and finally settled on an 18 acre piece of Heaven. The owners had a bunch of goats, bunnies, ducks, geese and chickens that they somehow managed to pack up and get out; however, they left two chickens, a rooster and a hen, behind. I asked them why were they left behind? Mo, the owner said because he couldn't catch them, they were too fast and wily. He said I could keep them, shoot them, whatever, but they couldn't be caught.
I was a little tickled. So now I had livestock!!!
Over the years those chickens kept having babies and every time my dogs would kill them, one by one.
Finally, I "hatched" a plan to get mama chicken into the unused hen house and yard and keep her in. Well that didn't work cause she could fly, but she did lay her next brood in there so I was able to confine the babies. There were 12 little chickens after a while.
One day I heard a chicken scream and found my dogs sitting patiently outside the gate to the hen yard with two dead chickens at their feet. I watched as a teenage chicken jumped up to the top of the gate and then down into the jaws of dog-death! The others were all lined up to meet their fate as well. So after getting my dogs away from there I called a friend who came and took the survivor chickens to his farm. All was peaceful again.
But mama had another brood and to keep the whole thing from happening again, and while discussing it with my friend I offered the adult chickens to him as well as the next batch of babies as long as he could catch them.
Now my friend was a REAL Alabama redneck, proud of it and said so. He came to our place one morning with his two cousins, Daryl and Daryl, a fishing net duck-taped to a broom handle, and two cases of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer.
We chased those chickens all day! Finally, with the beer almost running out (and when that happened, we would have been defeated) we were able to catch the rooster around sundown. We caught the concerned mama hen soon afterwards. My drunken friends loaded up their pickup and left.
But that's not the end of the story. My friend told me later that upon returning home, he let out the rooster and hen, and immediately, one of the birds from the previous brood that he took, now full grown into a mighty, swaggering rooster, challenged his own Father rooster to a fight to the death. Exhausted from being chased all day, Father rooster succumbed to the spurs of his vigorous son. The young rooster than mounted his own mother in victory! Such was the way with Oedipus Rex, the King of the Alabama chickens!
Dam sounds like the demoncrat party to me.....
I left out why we were looking for a farm:
I returned to the USA to Maxwell AFB, Montgomery, Alabama, after 7 years overseas in various European countries and wanted very much to buy a small farm. We lived in a small German village surrounded by farmland and all the Germans were country folks who really taught me some wonderful skills; gardening, orchardry, schnapps making and food preservation—sauerkraut and pickling. I really loved this lifestyle.
That was a great story AB.
May I add a couple more chicken anecdotes? Says me, whose granddaughter rides a school bus 3 hours a school day and brags that she knows her chicken trucks.
About these folks from Hondouras, et al....they have CHICKENS IN THEIR HOMES!
they live like 20 of them in a single house and they keep chickens inside. Every morning, right around the corner from me, you hear a rooster crow. From INSIDE a house. My next door neighbor, who I dislike intensely...but he calls up somebody every day about the rooster in the house.
And talking about dogs with chickens...heh. We once lived on a farm, three years in Rocks, Merryland....we were terrible farmers. We had chickens and our pet dog joined up with some wild dogs and one night they raided the chicken coop and killed all the chickens. My father got mad and tied a dead chicken around the dog’s neck.
As for the roosters...somewhere my Dad got hold of a Rhode Island Red, big handsome fellow, raped every chicken in the hen house and soon all baby chicks had some shade of red.
The Rhody got in a fight with our little banty rooster and....yes, killed him.
Roosters don’t fool around.
Funny stories and now my granddaughter tells us SHE KNOWS HER CHICKEN TRUCTS!
Heh.
I know most of these Ecuadorans, etc. Hey, they’re nice people, keep low profile. None of them have a driver’s license and if you get into an accident with any of them there’s usually twenty of them in one car.
At Christmas we have a big celebration in the Georgetown circle and they bring out these big-ass keyboard things....makes beautiful music, takes two of them just to play it. then there’s the drum things and nothing captures the holiday quite like it all.
Oh no, we don’t hate these people. I don’t care what Juan Williams and George Will say, I am perfectly fine living amongst these folks. I just want a logical system that allows them to enter after a decent health screening and tracking all the requirements after.
We need to have a national discussion over this and the Ruling class wants to shove it down our throats.
They can call me all the names they want. I am a nice person and my granddaughter plays with these children just fine. Though every one of them have at least three names, sometimes more....Juanita Gonzales Lopez.....like that. to sit through an assembly as they call their names is to spend more time hearing their names than anything else.
Anyway....this latest thing with the admin doing what it wants....they should have rolled out Obamacare so well.
Because I think they got away with it and not in small measure by the Repubs looking the other way.
Thank you (I think) for that TMI chicken story.