Hello Nice People
Thank Ya Much for all the nice comments from everyone.
What a great group of people we have here. I was reading Kellys last entry about Hank and "Yippee" he is doing better. Only Kelly could make us happy for a chicken.
I have a cute chicken story:
Many years ago, when we were first married.....now that would make us about 23 years old....the little kids in the neighborhood got wind of it that I had a big weakness for animals.I had a constant stream of little ones bringing me birds that had fallen out of trees, half eaten (by a cat) squirrels and even a skunk. Well, it seems that there was a teacher at Mill Road School that would hatch chicks for science and then throw them in the trash. So the little kids brought me 3 baby chicks. Two died, and I was left with one which I raised in a bird cage. As the weather got warmer and the chick got bigger, we put him outside in the back yard. Our little town has a law that there are to be no farm animals. Of course, this included chickens. Well, in the beginning,this was just a chicken. We never thought about male or female. One summer morning, the weirdest noise woke us up. "What the heck was that?" Heard it again. Here's where Hubby says, "That ain't no chicken, thats a ROOSTER!" What the heck are we going to do with a rooster in Northfield? Now I am emotionally attached to this bird and he insists on crowing at the crack of dawn and waking up the neighbors. A block down the street was a little market. I got a Call from Mr Puggi saying that your rooster is down here pecking holes in my watermelons. A block the other way is a small department store that sold garden supplies and tools. Mr Rooster would walk down there and go in through the revolving door. Eventually, there were just too many complaints about a rooster terrorizing the neighborhood, so something had to be done. A few miles away, in another town there was an elderly lady who had chickens in her backyard. Well, there I was on her doorstep, crying like a baby with this big Road Island Red in my arms. She agreed to take my chicken, and take good care of him. And I could visit him anytime I like. Well, I DID visit. But for some reason, she never showed me my chicken. It took a long time for me to accept the idea that MY chicken was probably her Thanksgiving dinner. Now that I am older, I'm not quite so naive. Sorry Kelly.
Poor rooster but you did your best. Helen
ReplyDeleteAw Marlene, you could have penned him. That still wouldnt have stopped his crowing though. Sounds like he definitely made the rounds though didnt he. I am not so naive anymore either. I now know that Mexican folks come looking for chickens for sale...to eat. I have seen the way they handle them at the Collinsville Trade Day Flea Market in Alabama. They are just walking food to them, and are treated roughly. I wont sell to anyone I think is going to eat the chickens. Besides, these days its just not cost effective. Its cheaper to get a whole chicken at the grocery store, even an organic one is less than the cost of raising one, feeding it, and the hassle of killing it, plucking it and gutting it. She threw them in the TRASH??? Good grief, it is a living thing after all. Again, I guess she didnt see things that way. Sigh...oh well, don't apologize, I still enjoyed the story. Its just realistic, people are what they are, people. Hugs, Kelly PS, good to see you post again so soon, keep posting, I love ya! :) Kelly
ReplyDeleteAwww thats a cute story.
ReplyDeletePoor rooster. Live and learn I guess. Very cute story though.
ReplyDeleteHugs, Joyce
I love your "chicken" story. I live in the City and my neighbors had two chickens and a rooster. They worried constantly about the neighbors being disturbed by the crowing. One day she asked around and all said, you better not do away with them, one said, if you do, I'm taking them. They moved away and I miss that rooster.
ReplyDeleteMaybe she gave him to someone else, Marlene. Yo cna usually only have one rooster at a time and she might have had one already. He'd have made a tough chicken dinner anyway, os if she did eat him she probably gave her dentures a workout!
ReplyDeleteI liked this story, a terrorist rooster is a great image. I can see him with his IED strapped to his back...
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ReplyDeleteyour gloriebelle is adorable..with the sweaters on..
Well Marlene, that's just the cutest chicken story I've ever heard. Many years ago (hang onto that 23) I always had chickens around & son#2 raised six red biddies that all turned out to be hens & they would get up in the porch swing with me. Not room for all but they would gather around & peck at each other. Gotta luv'em!!!
ReplyDeletehi Marlene, I was checking back on my blog and missed that you asked about patterns, and I hope it is okay to write here, the patriotic dress gal is from Raggedy Old Annies (you can google her) Most of my patterns are from years ago when I did craft shows. I will remember to add that info so you gals can do some sewing too.
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