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

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Ok, the people who think the eggs from the store are "clean" should see pictures of the dirty, crowded, disgusting conditions where those poor factory farm hens live.

Hear hear! I have some ex batts that were so bedraggled when they came to me, they are fine now and lay much healthier eggs that are fresh, my kid sells the at school and every day I end up in tears if laughter at some of the stupid things her class mates say (she's 13!)
 
Strangest looks related to chickens: I was in Lowe's getting stuff for the being-built chicken coop and had an array of vinyl tiles laid out. I actually asked the salesclerk which patterns did they think chickens would like better. (Never ever give me more than a few options as it confounds me...)

Hey, nothing wrong with asthetics. My coop is candy-coloured. The chooks need a nice house too!



Here is pre-chook.
 
7 Biddies--about the fresh air--I work with a girl who comes in from lunch and sprays air freshener all over the office saying "I hate the smell of outside". Guess it takes all kinds.
 
Hear hear! I have some ex batts that were so bedraggled when they came to me, they are fine now and lay much healthier eggs that are fresh, my kid sells the at school and every day I end up in tears if laughter at some of the stupid things her class mates say (she's 13!)

Just an FYI - a lot of times the battery hens are pulled when they are just beginning their molt. Even with pastured and run around chickens, you frequently find that the heaviest layers have broken up, torn feathers from the nest box.
 
I got my information from history books, early information published by the USDA on dietary recommendations, books, both fiction and nonfiction, and personal experience. My personal experience was 1940's rural. I know what was put on farm tables back in the 40's because as conscripted child labor it was my job to help set the table, clear the table, and help wash dishes. Don't know what it was like in town because I wasn't there.

Prior to WWI there was a large pool of cheap domestic help available because of the immigrants from Europe. If you were even lower middle class you could afford at least some domestic help. After the war this was no longer true. Try reading some books published in the 1800's. Not currently written historical novels but books about daily life that were written then. As for cookbooks, there are cookbooks and then there are cookbooks. Some are written with the aim of putting on a feast for company and special occasions. Some are geared for regular day to day meals. I have both kinds. My 1919 cookbook is of the pedestrian type written for a household of modest means. It tells how to clean an ice box, how to draw poultry, it has a section on suggested weekly menus, proper nutrition for children, and recipes for feeding the frail and the ill.

People doing heavy physical labor require a lot of calories. Read Two Years Before the Mast and you will see what I mean.

Through at least the 1990s there were restaurants along the Oregon coast that offered a breakfast known as the steam schooner.it contained pancakes, eggs, bacon or sausage or ham or all three, toast, with the eggs fried and placed on the pancakes. The crews worked hard and the only way to keep them was to "give them a good feed."
 
Me, too! Neither of our vehicles have A/C now (they croaked). Our house has a heatpump, but it's never used. We sleep with open windows all summer and way into cold weather. I do have a little 5000btu A/C in the great room for when we have an unusually hot and humid day in the mountains, but that doesn't go on unless I'm positively dying. The 8'wide wraparound porch and ceiling fans in every room are all we have year round. Fresh air! I'm so happy to be out of the city and be able to BREATHE! I freeze in airconditioned houses.

The a/c in my truck died long ago, and it's too expensive to fix the compressor ... more than the truck is worth ... and freon is hard to get. So, I'm always riding in the fresh air. I hate riding in other's vehicles because they always have the a/c on. I sometimes crack my window, but it makes them unhappy. I try to drive myself whenever possible. "Meet you there!"
 
Me, too! Neither of our vehicles have A/C now (they croaked). Our house has a heatpump, but it's never used. We sleep with open windows all summer and way into cold weather. I do have a little 5000btu A/C in the great room for when we have an unusually hot and humid day in the mountains, but that doesn't go on unless I'm positively dying. The 8'wide wraparound porch and ceiling fans in every room are all we have year round. Fresh air! I'm so happy to be out of the city and be able to BREATHE! I freeze in airconditioned houses.

I once had a house appraiser ask if I had stock in Hunter Fan.
 
Well now you must have come from wealthy stock. We weren't as far as I can tell. Though I suspect $40 in 1906 went a lot farther. Still most of our neighbors and all weren't wealthy either. Mostly factory workers. Not much for gardens and all that. I did garden but no one taught me much. Fact is we didn't have breakfast and sometimes lunch or dinner. Mom never was very much for setting a table except at holiday time. Not sure why she had eight kids either.

The 1920 census of my mothers family showed no one had jobs. That I don't understand. My great great great grandfather was a cooper and carpenter. There is still a lot of research to be done.

Still most folks had four or five. Some even more.

Sounds like your family DID more and used all that energy provided by all that food and was the exception.

Well, mine went out into the middle of nowhere and started ranching in the 19th Century. We have a picture of one of my paternal great-grandmothers in the late 19th C. getting ready to go out on a midwifery case. She rode astride, with her kit tied up behind the cantle with an American bulldog (bull and terrier breed) standing on it, a pistol, bandoliers across her chest and a saddle carbine. By that time she wasn't worried about the Cheyenne anymore, her concern was the tramps who used to raid the countryside, burn barns, rob people, and attack women and children.

My ancestors who arrived in the 19th Century headed west as fast as they left the boat. Out west they met and married into the ones that had come here in colonial times. We have family stories on both sides of women who found tribesmen in their kitchens. In one case, Katie just continued baking bread until all of her flour barrels were empty, and then the Cheyenne came through at night and threw an antelope on top of the soddy; Mattie found tribesmen who had been fishing along the Columbia in her kitchen in search of pie, and since she didn't have any, she asked them to leave - otherwise she would have tried to trade pies for a salmon. I gather that most "Indian wars" may have started when people started shooting instead of handing over the biscuits - since back in the 1600s it seems some of my White ancestors were already handing out pies and breads to the locals.

My ancestors main contact with the tribes seemed to come in the form of trades and offering food, and being offered foods in exchange when the other people had some to share. My grandfather, born in the early 1890s, used to always talk about how his father and grandfather always talked about what wonderful horses the Cheyenne rode. Bessarabian Germans were great admirers of fine horses.
 
And with that, I'm amazed at how wildly this thread veers off subject, LOL.

I've had all the usual weird comments, the no eggs without a rooster, hens suckling chicks, etc. At the family visit where my SIL asked about how Dottie fed her chicks, my husband's younger brother (dying from emphysema, on oxygen, to segue from the last comments) was standing on my front steps and told me that my rooster was confused. Why? He was crowing in the afternoon.
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My other BIL, my SIL's husband, who had just met Deacon the One Spur Wonder and Pocket Penny, even held Penny, immediately spoke up and told him roosters crow all the time, any time. I had to tell him that only Hollywood roosters crow just in the morning.

Aaaargh! You misunderstood. The additives did such a good of slowing down free radicals in rancid fats that bowel cancer, once a scourge of the young, became rare in the young, and is now rarely diagnosed before old age. The BHA and BHT actually have *prevented* or delayed the onset of bowel cancer.
 
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