For eggs, maybe, but I couldn’t bear to kill one.
I’d have made pets of the all.
Have you ever heard hens ‘sing’? So cute.
I tended my dad’s chickens after he died.
They went crazy every time they saw me coming towards their pen.
The two smallest hens would rush over to me and crouch down so that I could stroke their backs.
I loved them.
After about 3 months, my mom gave them away.
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We used to keep some rabbits. 2 does; 2 bucks. One of the bucks “died”. Every few weeks, it seemed like, one of the does would pop out a litter of the cutest little babies you ever saw.
‘Course, we couldn’t afford to keep them all. So Daddy “gave them away”.
In those days, we ate a lot of fried chicken. Best I have ever had.
You are not alone. My pioneer bride and I have kept them for twenty-four years. The kids/grandkids always name them and then we can’t eat them.
Thank you for your beautiful Texas page. Makes me homesick.