Trade the shovel for a cleaverI dunno...when I have to carry a shovel or a club in order to defend myself in my own pasture, on my own property...something is not quite right. Hard to love something that wants to rip your face off.
The roo picture I posted a few days ago, Ross -breed undetermined, was a wonderful roo and never once displayed aggression. He got plenty of human love, treats, and the opportunity to live out his years surrounded by loving hens and his own kids.
I LOVE my NHR hen! Shes's so sweet ... and so talkative. She's always the first to come to the open doors/windows when we call and, without fail, jumps up on the half door before you have a chance to open the bottom in the mornings. her name is "GinnyRon," because as a chick, we weren't sure if she was male or female, just that she was definitely a redhead. We planned to shorten the nickname to Ginny or Ron, but she knows her full name and comes when called, so "GinnyRon" she is and remains!I cannot believe I have so muchin my heart for this New Hampshire Red hen!
Bet you could sell 'em now! Laying hens around here are like GOLD!
Do you know what you just said in chicken language?You said "buy candy in Afghanistan"
Whatever it takes to make her feel better, Chicken Daddy. Did you go get her some???
not even close. They said the computer does the substitutions.
They substituted my nutritional yeast with hot Mexican chili powder
True!
He is magnificent !!
