That's sad for you.
To make you laugh,
My grandmother had a mean damn rooster that would attack us kids as we tried to trek up to the outhouse,and that rooster would jump that coop and the race was on!
She finally served him up to the best chicken and dumplings we ever had! HA! ;)
Now that would have been a different story.
Would have had no trouble eating that old bird.
My Mom’s aunt lived in Idaho on a ranch.
We would spend weeks there in the summer.
Between the mean old rooster and the scary old ram, we ran for our lives across the pasture to get to my Mom’s cousin’s house.
Fun memories.
Ha! My grandmother raised sheep. She used to come visit and bring a little lamb with her. She’d ask if I liked the lamb, I’d say yes, so She’d tell me we’d eat it for dinner on Sunday. I never thought anything about it.