Watching Hens Eat
Published Mar 28 2012 by The Contrary Farmer, Mulligan Books & Seeds, Archived Mar 28 2012
Watching Hens Eat
by Gene Logsdon
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I remember going out on the deck before work every morning and opening the trap door for the bug zapper after letting the chickens out to roam. The actually raced from the coop by the barn to the deck and nearly mowed me over ...... it was like Christmas dinner for them every day. The rest of the day they spent digging and pecking and eating who knows what. I loved my chickens and named them all, but when it came that terrible time ..... they tasted better than any chicken out of any store.
bemildred
(90,061 posts)Yep. You spend your whole life on a treadmill, doing some shitty job, and then you get old and die.
polly7
(20,582 posts)MicaelS
(8,747 posts)alphafemale
(18,497 posts)And even a few goats.
I don't particularly like goats milk, but they would keep the grass short. lol
MrMickeysMom
(20,453 posts)Not your pet chickens!@!!%#?
polly7
(20,582 posts)They weren't really pets, I bought a few dozen as teeny chicks every year ........ but we had to eat, you know? They did have good lives, and I hugged them a lot and fed them special treats along with home-raised grain, they were only locked up at night and so got to enjoy going anywhere they felt like during the day and eating all the bugs they loved .... if that means anything at all. Farms are nice, but cruel too, I guess. I'm sorry about that.
MrMickeysMom
(20,453 posts)My mother and her mother, handling the farm while my grandpa was serving in WWII, HAD to kill this ole rooster they had amongst the chickens they hadn't had to kill yet.
The story is something like a Lucy and Ethyl on an "I Love Lucy" episode... It was almost a comedy, but neither one of them had every prepared themselves.
I'll bet you were far more knowledgeable AND human in doing it.
polly7
(20,582 posts)My Dad, Mom and sister helped me. We caught the poor things one by one and did the dirty deed, but had to turn it into a kind of a party just to keep from feeling like low-life, heartless murderers. So, I'd hand off a plucked chicken with downy bits left in opportune places for my Mom to clean ..... who promptly freaked and screamed when she saw them and threw them back. And, my sister and I did sort of make necklaces and bracelets. Did you know they sort of sing if you make them dance just right after all is cleaned and done up? Ok, I'm a sick 'b' ... oops, can't say that even about myself, but you get the picture. To do this terrible job to animals you've taken care of, you have to dig up a little black humour, otherwise you just cry. Sorry for anyone I've offended.
BUT .... I should add, we appreciated every meal we had of them, and as times were a bit tough then, I used every morsel until the last bit was used for soup. Never once were they mistreated in life.
It's all good (weeping...)
polly7
(20,582 posts)You're a good person for caring so much.