Somebody suggested a Feathered Friday where I post photos of my chickens. I can’t promise I will do this every Friday – after all, Friday is no TWoosday – but when I have the chance I shall.
These are my “eatin’ chickens” – as you can see, I have still not eaten them. They are exactly the same height at Spring now. This is ridiculous, I really need to eat them.
Of Pit Bulls and Patience says
November 11, 2011 at 5:54 pmThose are the kind of chickens that I picture taking over the world. Please eat them.
Miriam says
November 12, 2011 at 4:36 amOh no! Don’t eat me! I hear the shrieking….
Alicia says
November 12, 2011 at 6:33 pmYou may not want to eat them but unfortunately that is what those chickens are meant for. I had some as pets when I was 10 years old and they don’t live much past the age of two. Man has bred them to grow fast and be eaten so they don’t have the longevity of other types. It is sad, so after that I kept cochins and silkies as pets.
Lynn says
November 12, 2011 at 7:11 pmReminds me of a story my hubby told me. When he was a kid, his family went to get some live chickens. On the long drive home, he sort of made a pet of one. He was holding it, petting it, keeping it calm. It bothered him a bit that they were going to have to kill the chickens. Last part of the story? “They sure tasted good, though!” LOL
amy says
November 13, 2011 at 9:59 pmCan you do it?