Chat room for non religious poultry keepers! :D

[ShrekDawg]

This was my buddy Pickles if I would have had the money back then he would have been mine!

Awww

 

[Kay-T-Hammer]

This was my buddy Pickles if I would have had the money back then he would have been mine!

Awww you and Pickles look very hapoy together!

 

[littledog]

Think of pemmican as a Clif bar of bland sadness. However, you can always add seasonings and spices to it to jazz it up. It's utilitarian travel food, not really a treat.

I'm so late to respond, but I consider Clif bars a bland sadness version of pemmican. Clif bars taste like vitamins with a few flavors mixed in. Pemmican tastes like all the delicious things in it (berries, meat, salmon, whatever unprocessed things you put in it) and the fat surrounding all the things is just there to preserve them all in a fresh state.

 

[Kay-T-Hammer]

 

[ShrekDawg]

I love cows!!!

 

[Kay-T-Hammer]

I love cows!!!

They were all over the place when we went apple picking this morning, so we stayed and visited with the cows for about a half hour or so. The big brown one came over and mooed at me, like I spoke cow speak or something.

 

[ShrekDawg]

They were all over the place when we went apple picking this morning, so we stayed and visited with the cows for about a half hour or so. The big brown one came over and mooed at me, like I spoke cow speak or something.

Awww so cute!!!

 

[Kay-T-Hammer]

Someone on here gave their chickens a pumpkin the other day. I do not remember who it was, but thank you for giving me the idea! I bought a big white one this morning and gouged little holes in it with my knife to pique the chickens' interest.

 

[RebelFord81]

Someone on here gave their chickens a pumpkin the other day. I do not remember who it was, but thank you for giving me the idea! I bought a big white one this morning and gouged little holes in it with my knife to pique the chickens' interest.

Me lol

 

[Sally PB]

The big brown one came over and mooed at me, like I spoke cow speak or something.

When my brother was in Kindergarten, his class took a field trip to a farm. He was standing near a split rail fence, his back to it. A steer touched the back of my brother's head with its nose. My brother ran over to my mom and said, "Mommy! That cow likes me!"

He did end up working on a dairy farm, and having his own cows.