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.
Life is good when we remember the best of times and the hard times if anyone cares to listen.
I'm always proud of myself to have cherished all the long stories ,even if repeated several times by my grandparents to my own parents
I tell stories like them to my grandkids! :)
“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.
My mom’s sister lived on a farm in Idaho. No indoor toilet. We would have to go to the outhouse and those blankety blank! Hogs would be chasing us. I didn’t want to get eaten by a Hog. Talk about scared.