Grub - for working men! Not bankers.

[Egon]

Today's working rancher will most likely be buying their "Grub" from the supermarket in town!

 

[sam5570]

How does sausage, eggs, biscuits with gravy sound for breakfast? Or a big cast iron dutch oven with soup beans- pinto and navy beans- with a chunk of shoulder or ham hock, topped off with baked corned bread and onions for Supper? :licking:

glade i just got up from table your menu covers 75 percent of what i have eat all my life it just don't get any better:licking::licking::licking:

 

[creekbend]

I've never eaten a duck egg, but I've got a next door neighbor who has a son who lives a mile or so from us and has several Rhode Island Red hens, and they keep me supplied with plenty of eggs.

When I was growing up, we raised chickens on the farm - free range. We would barter our surplus eggs for milk. We had beef cattle but no dairy cattle. We had a Rhode Island Red Rooster that was the "meanest rooster" that I have ever seen. When either I or my Brothers and Sister had to go to the "Outhouse" at the back of our Home, we had to first look to see where that Rooster was, before we undertook a mad dash to the outhouse. Most times, we would just barely get the door closed before that Rooster got to us. There was a tradition in our Family that every Sunday, our Mother would cook "Chicken and Dumplings". Our Father would always select one chicken and tie it by the feet upside down to the fence post and kill it. All of us children were so relieved when that "Rhode Island Rooster's" turn came. I apologize for being somewhat windy in my post, but that Da*n Rooster's demise brought joy to us kids and your post brought might memories.

 

[Bird]

We had a milk cow, only raised her calves to butcher for beef, had Berkshire hogs, and free range chickens. I've posted this before, but anyway . . . baby chicks were delivered by the Post Office and if for some reason they could not be delivered within a certain time, the local postmaster would sell them cheap. So Dad got 50 to 100 baby chicks every year from the Post Office that way. So some years we had Rhode Island Reds, some years Dominecker, etc., but Dad's favorites were the White Leghorns. And as with everyone I knew of back then with really free range chickens, we always had at least one big rooster.

So one year we had a big old mean White Leghorn rooster like your Rhode Island Red rooster. For some reason, he never bothered Dad, so Dad thought it was funny that the rooster attacked me every chance he got. Then Dad told me that you know he's going to jump and pull those feet up to get his spurs forward, so just grab him by the feet and dip him in the cow's watering trough and that'll break him of attacking you. So I did that; dipped him quickly in the water, and threw him. He hit the ground running. But the next day, here he came again. So that time, I dipped him in the water and stood there watching the bubbles for awhile, and when I took him out and threw him, he just landed in a pile; scared me to death because I knew Dad would really give me a beating for killing his rooster. But after a few seconds, that rooster started flopping around like his head had been chopped off, then he finally got on his feet and staggered around for awhile, but eventually recovered. And from then on he gave me a wide berth when he saw me coming.

 

[creekbend]

RE: Bird I enjoyed your post.

 

[MossflowerWoods]

...But after a few seconds, that rooster started flopping around like his head had been chopped off, then he finally got on his feet and staggered around for awhile, but eventually recovered. And from then on he gave me a wide berth when he saw me coming.

Bird,

Awesome post sir!

My story was similar. The mean rooster would NOT bug me ever, but he was REALLY going for my 3 year old daughter to the point we could not let her out of the house and rushed her to/from the car. But if I came within sight, he would RUN... I had to shoot him with the shotgun...

David

 

[Bird]

David, I'll never understand why roosters will attack one person and not others, or how they decide who to attack. And roosters are not the only ones to do that. When we bought the place in Navarro County, a neighbor had a pair of peacocks. The male peacock was always trying to attack that guy, but never bothered his wife, or me, or anyone else. And that finally turned out to be the peacock's undoing.

One day the neighbor and I were going to bale hay right after we had lunch at his house. So he took off down the road in the lead on his old Farmall, I was right behind him on the Oliver, and our wives were right behind me going to town shopping. That peacock had chased him to the tractor and when he took off on the tractor, the peacock was still chasing him, running along just to the right of the right rear wheel of the Farmall. And just as we got our speed up, the peacock gave up, and cut across behind the Farmall, quicker than I had time to react, and I ran over him with the Oliver. One dead peacock. I really hated it, but the neighbors didn't seem to mind at all.

 

[MossflowerWoods]

David, I'll never understand why roosters will attack one person and not others, or how they decide who to attack.

I ran over him with the Oliver. One dead peacock. I really hated it, but the neighbors didn't seem to mind at all.

Bird,

That is a priceless story!

I LOVE it!

David