Country humor comes early.....

[Egon]

Franz:
Are trying to say you didn't like raising chickens and then butchering them. All that floping when they lose their heads and the red liquid spraying about.Then there's that aroma when plucking and then singing that seems to last forever. Oh yes; and then getting to gut them. Always a pleasant job.

Ah- you forgot about mentioning cleaning the chicken house in the dead of winter.

Egon

 

[Argee]

<font color="blue"> Ahhhhh, head cheese.....the particle board of meats!!! </font>

Good one Jeff /forums/images/graemlins/smirk.gif I'll have to remember that!!!

 

[Anonymous Poster]

Did I forget to mention, stewin barrels of chicken crap and water for the strawberrys?
How about how STUPID chickens are, like panicking in a rainstorm?
Let me not leave out how the stupid idiots peck each other.
And having to put a glass egg in the nest cause the dummys lay all over the coop if you don't, and you have to hunt for the eggs.
Spending hours watching for rats to chew into the henhouse so they could be shot.
Gutting chickens, yup, that was fun, unless you screwed up and didn't save all the egg yolks.
Lets not forget putting eggs down in waterglass in crocks, like there was going to be an impending egg shortage.
Actually, there was one fun evening, the night the Old Man got the Whiz Liter-Ator hung up in a knothole in the henhouse floor, and got himself flung into the roosting rack, busted the rack and his ribs up, but the next 3 days were spent repairing the dang roosting rack.
Then there was the day Ma got the cord caught in the literator, and wound up 50 feet of electric cord till the plug pulled out of the wall, so I got to listen to the Old Man b!t(# for 3 days about the cord.
And the SPECIAL customers who wanted a live chicken delivered to them, so we could listen to the stupid bird screach about it's impending doom all the way to the customer's house on our egg route.
YUP, I can spend the remainder of my life without those miserable creatures.

 

[Argee]

Aw c'mon Franz, tell us how you really feel!! /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif

How many years did you have to raise chickens to be this bitter. We killed and butchered 100 in one day. It tooks the whole of the day and into the night. Got driven inside by skeeters. The smells, the sights, the cleanup, they were pretty grim, but it was what we made of it. Actually made a fun day out of it as to keep our sense of humor.

 

[bgott]

We had a thousand or so Leghorns when I was a kid. I wish I got to collect or candle or gut. Those were the fun jobs. I got to pluck and clean under the cages with a shovel and a wheelbarrow. And push it uphill to the pile. That is a never ending job, once you get to the end of the barn there is a foot and a half of sh*t back at the other end. Don't forget digging holes in rock to bury the dead ones. And the whippings because you didn't bury them deep enough so the dogs dug 'em up and left their week dead carcasses on the doorstep. I don't much like chickens, either.

 

[bgott]

I was under the roosting rack in our brown egg coop once, chasing a couple of hens we had sold through the pleasant real estate under there, when this Barred Rock rooster we had took offence to me catching members of his squawking harem. This rooster was the biggest one I've seen to this day. He lit into me with his two inch spurs and I thought he was going to kill me. I didn't want to drop the hens I had under each arm and have to go back for them, I didn't want the whippin' I knew I would get for kicking the crap out of the bird and I durn sure didn't like the holes I was getting punched into my legs. I was screaming and my mother, who didn't know what I was going through, was berating me for crying over having to chase a couple of little ol' chickens. I must say, she did feel bad when I finally got out of the coop and she saw the blood running down my legs. I just looked at my legs and yep, I can still see the scars from that little go around. I don't much like chickens.