BYC Couples

[Nabiki]

The temptation.. It’s getting to me...

Let me know. I got 37 eggs today from my girls. I have plenty.

 

[EmmaRainboe]

I'm moving to Southern Oregon next month and I plan to be there for a good, long, time, so if you decide you want some and have the space, let me know.

If you ever take a trip up to WA let me know

 

[Nabiki]

What would I do with them? Drown them?

Invite them for dinner.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

I'm moving to Southern Oregon next month and I plan to be there for a good, long, time, so if you decide you want some and have the space, let me know.

Maybe someday. Quail are lovely. I fell in love with Emma’s…

 

[Cynthia12]

Someday, down the road aways, when us old folks are gone, it will be you..as old folks, keeping up with each other. That's if you last the 12 years and some longer than me.

 

[EmmaRainboe]

What would I do with them? Drown them?

Don’t you know this by now?

 

[JustBabyMargo]

Invite them for dinner.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Don’t you know this by now?

Hmm.
Maybe I’ll just lock their dear momma in the coop so she can’t get to them…and leave the little ones out in the cold. I’ll ignore their panicked wails while their mother grows increasingly frustrated trying to reach them. The desperate cries of the babies will reach a peak volume as they shiver and their bodies grow colder and colder. But soon, the cries will cease, and so will the beating of their young, fragile, innocent hearts. I’ll collect their stiff, cold bodies and dispose of them in the compost bin. Their mother will be distressed but she will eventually forget her dead children. And me? Well, I’ll pretend it never happened, and sell the pullets with a too-wide smile on my face.

Or I could just not hatch eggs. Take your pick.

 

[EmmaRainboe]

Hmm.
Maybe I’ll just lock their dear momma in the coop so she can’t get to them…and leave the little ones out in the cold. I’ll ignore their panicked wails while their mother grows increasingly frustrated trying to reach them. The desperate cries of the babies will reach a peak volume as they shiver and their bodies grow colder and colder. But soon, the cries will cease, and so will the beating of their young, fragile, innocent hearts. I’ll collect their stiff, cold bodies and dispose of them in the compost bin. Their mother will be distressed but she will eventually forget her dead children. And me? Well, I’ll pretend it never happened, and sell the pullets with a too-wide smile on my face.

Or I could just not hatch eggs. Take your pick.

Or you could just sell the cockerels as day-old meat birds. Sounds much more humane than freezing them to death

 

[azurbanclucker]

As in, Read The... Friendly... Manual?

Yes. That.