It's a song. Get with the program.
I believe that it has come to a point where it is time to kill Rambo the Rooster. I held no ill will towards him when he tried to spur my leg...twice. I even forgave him when he went for my head. Why? Because he's a magnificent looking rooster and I'd like to show him at the county fair this year.
BUT now he's breaking the eggs the hens are laying.
So I think we'll be having some fresh fried chicken here when Bear arrives. I'll be sure to post pictures of my first chicken killing.
Anyone want the blood...?
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White Boy - Graduate who collects posters from work and plans on going to college, some day. Age 19
Gilligan - The "interesting" one who is always coming up with ideas. He's heavy into bass and has all he needs to build an amazing car audio system with lots of bass ... except a car. Age 16
Happy Gilmore - The precocious one. Has high straight A's and can kick anyone's ass. Age 14
Gomer - The snuggly one. Homeschooling at a rate that will have him completing his freshman year in 8th grade. Has had a crush on the same girl for 3 years. She doesn't know. Age 12
Princess - The only girl. Wants to be Taylor Swift. Age 10
The One With No Moniker - The life of the party. He screams a lot. Age 2
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7 comments:
I'm sure I could use chicken blood for some kind of anti-McCain ritual.
Oh spare the Rooster, please!
Although, Coq au Vin.... yum.
Ew...good luck with that one. Think I'll skip that particular post. But can I be invited to Batman's ritual?????
I have a plan that may suit us all. On the next full moon, no make that the next new moon, I think that an anti-McCain ritual would best be suited during a dark moon, we'll blood let the rooster. Since I live in the middle of nowhere, we can all dance around the fire sky clad...okay, maybe not sky clad...but anyway, no one will see us.
We can perform the ritual and then afterwards we'll have a gourmet meal.
I have some nice bottles of wine.
Hey, we must be neighbours. I live in the middle of nowhere, too!
No, wait... I WISH I lived in the middle of nowhere.
Just noticed you added me to your list of fellow bloggers! Yay me! Thanks.
Still loving the profile pic.
OMG.
For real!?!?!?!?
This is why I could never have animals to be used for food. I'd name them and fall in love.
I'd die in the wild.
(do not take this to mean I don't eat meat...I just don't like to name it before it hits my plate)
Crowder, yes, I've added you to my list. Now you must blog on a more regular basis.
TKW, well you'll be happy to know that Bear said that he'd help me build a coop for one. So Rambo may live long enough to make it to the fair. After the fair though, he's dinner!
As for having animals for food, you just have to choose the right names. For example, we are working on building some stalls for a few calves that we plan to feed out then sell off and butcher. Their names are predetermined; Fillet Mignon, Meatloaf, Cheeseburger, Steak, Beef Stew... Kinda keeps you in the right state of mind.
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