Dumbest Things People Have Said About Your Chickens/Eggs/Meat

[PrairieChickens]

He is one lucky chicken. He was in the Panfry bin at Orscheln's and my mom fell in love with him. He was just so... FLUFFY. So ridiculously fluffy! He was the first--and for a long time, the only--rooster we ever got on purpose.

His daughter Hedwig is an Olive Egger, which just tickles me to death. <3 I can't wait to see what his other offspring turn out to be.

 

[The Yakima Kid]

It really isn't cost effective. It takes too many chickens to produce a quart of milk. Chicken milk would be soooooo expensive.

That sounds like the woman who confronted me some years back about the fact that I grew up in a hunting family and rather favor the practice. She had the nerve to ask me "Why can't you hunt with a camera?" So I allowed that I would, except the film tasted so bad.

Her response "You mean you eat the meat?"

I had literally no idea that someone could be so unclear on the concept before that moment.

 

[PrairieChickens]

lol I can kind of understand the confusion, since there's people who hunt for the sport of it and only care about the trophies, but most people who hunt do so primarily for the meat. You'd think she'd at least ask "Do you hunt for meat or just for sport" before she made the camera comment, but folks like to assume.

 

[The Yakima Kid]

You have just described a whole lot of the more extreme animal rights organizations. One animals rights organization in California "rescued" a herd of dairy goats. They didn't know anything whatever about dairy goats and wouldn't listen to anyone who did. They used general anesthisia to milk the lactating animals, and for some reason thought the goats needed daily baths. Within a year they managed to kill off the herd. Some died of pneumonia from baths, some died of complications from the anesthesia, and the rest starved to death because these idiots didn't know what and how much to feed the goats and refused to learn.

Are they connected to the ones that decided to "rescue" a dairy herd in Manteca? It seems one of their associates drove by and noticed the dairy cows standing in the mud right outside the milking parlor and decided that they were being abused by being "forced" to stand in mud puddles.

They decided to come out and "rescue" the entire herd using a two horse trailer. Fortunately, someone noticed the proceedings, and called the sheriff since it was clear they were there stealing cattle. The sheriff cited them for Trespassing (did I mention that they had ignored those signs as well?). Apparently there was quite the rodeo in progress when the deputy arrived because the "fiends of animals" had no idea that cattle do not like to leave the herd, and even a gentle dairy cow is still Bossy at heart. You can imagine what Bossy thought when these people she didn't know, who didn't know how to approach her, started chasing them around (we all know what that does to milk production), and generally created chaos.

Bossy, not being particularly concerned, still tries to get as close to the door to the milking parlor as her rank in the herd permits her, and her feet still wear away the ground and lead to the formation of mud puddles outside the door; she's less concerned about standing in mud and far more interested in a thorough milking and a good feed.

 

[The Yakima Kid]

lol I can kind of understand the confusion, since there's people who hunt for the sport of it and only care about the trophies, but most people who hunt do so primarily for the meat. You'd think she'd at least ask "Do you hunt for meat or just for sport" before she made the camera comment, but folks like to assume.

The few people I've met who hunt for trophies tended to distribute the meat to people in need. The only cases I've heard of where someone took a trophy and left the meat resulted in prosecution since they chose to do so in one of the many states where such behavior is illegal - as it should be in the case of animals commonly regarded as edible. (I know people who eat raccoons, but I don't because of the health risks. On the other hand, I have no problem putting on long veterinary obstetric gloves and processing rabbits which may carry tularemia.)

 

[The Yakima Kid]

I shouldn't reply to myself, but an acquaintance of mine eats raccoons. The ones that persist in hanging around his chickens, despite the many measures his wife and he have taken to discourage predators, tend to die of mysterious health injuries and then fall into the oven or stew pot.

 

[IttyBiddyRedHen]

Quote: Great point ronott!

 

[The Yakima Kid]

Thanks guys! Not to worry, her comment didn't hurt my feelings in the least, I was just amazed by how arrogant and presumptuous her comment was.

Gryff is great. We love him to pieces, though he doesn't know how he feels about us. He wants to trust us, but he has been a little nervous around us ever since we processed some of our extra roosters back in March. I keep telling him he's not on the menu, but he's like "Yeah, sure, I bet that's what you told the others, too!"

Some people just aren't happy unless everyone around them is as miserable as they are.

Nice rooster, nice chicks, nice flock, no problem.

 

[IttyBiddyRedHen]

My one EE rooster is the funniest of the 5 roosters I have. He doesn't like any of the other birds.....or the cat....and runs everyone off. Silly boy.

 

[7 Biddies]

Are they connected to the ones that decided to "rescue" a dairy herd in Manteca? It seems one of their associates drove by and noticed the dairy cows standing in the mud right outside the milking parlor and decided that they were being abused by being "forced" to stand in mud puddles.

They decided to come out and "rescue" the entire herd using a two horse trailer. Fortunately, someone noticed the proceedings, and called the sheriff since it was clear they were there stealing cattle. The sheriff cited them for Trespassing (did I mention that they had ignored those signs as well?). Apparently there was quite the rodeo in progress when the deputy arrived because the "fiends of animals" had no idea that cattle do not like to leave the herd, and even a gentle dairy cow is still Bossy at heart. You can imagine what Bossy thought when these people she didn't know, who didn't know how to approach her, started chasing them around (we all know what that does to milk production), and generally created chaos.

Bossy, not being particularly concerned, still tries to get as close to the door to the milking parlor as her rank in the herd permits her, and her feet still wear away the ground and lead to the formation of mud puddles outside the door; she's less concerned about standing in mud and far more interested in a thorough milking and a good feed.

What a shame the cattle didn't stampede.