Today I took 11 guys to the butcher...Good Bye Guys...bummer...I love my guys...Why is it that the guys go first just because they are guys?? They have been such good listeners for me...I'll miss them...Who do I think I am that I can decide who lives and who dies...
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You use a butcher?? It's all done by us here...except for the cattle.
ReplyDeleteOh dear. "The butcher" is such a harsh term. Couldn't you have told us that the guys went to a poultry retirement home where they passed away peacefully in their sleep? I prefer my reality sugar-coated if possible, LOL!
ReplyDeleteI like your thinking Debra. Now pass the fried chicken please.
Delete~yes...sugar coated for me as well...though it will be our harsh reality in another year...my love is so excited but alas i know it will be a very difficult moment for me...they are gorgeous...and no...no rooster for me!!! be well nad much love light and blessings~
ReplyDeleteit's not so bad when they are mean, but when they are good companions, you just have to wish they could have a gender change. ;)
ReplyDeleteSome people don't name anything that they plan to butcher..I think I could still butcher a chicken:)
ReplyDeleteThese were really handsome dudes! I still think free range meat has by far the best flavor.
ReplyDeleteI was in charge of feeding our chickens and collecting eggs. Every time someone was going to a "a poultry retirement home" I got really sad. I couldn't eat the results...
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