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

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This is why I love BYC. Most of the people here "get it". None of the pretentious, plastic, fashionista, trendy folk who think "somebody else" needs to do the dirty work. Just good, honest, solid, hardworking folk who aren't afraid to get a little chicken poop on their shoes. They know a little cow manure never hurt anything, either.
 
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I got the "You can't eat chickens that you've named" nonsense at dinner Saturday night. When I pointed to their plate and said someone may have called their dinner "Bessy", she said, "But that's different ... *I* didn't name her".

Why waste time on logic when one has emotions to guide their lives?
 
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As a kid in 4H I got these cute little calves. I tamed them and taught them how to behave on halter and lead rope. I fed them, cleaned them, tended their ailments, petted them, let my little niece ride them. When I toured the meat packing plant after the county fair showing and saw the blue ribbon and USDA prime stickers on my sides of beef, I knew I had accomplished something worthwile.
 
Yes and they eat up your air time if you bump the wrong button while they are in your pocket.

My phone is a pre-paid, half way between a flip phone and a smart phone. I wish i never upgraded but i washed my flip phone and couldn't find one like the old one. The new phone has to be re-charged after every phone call and doesn't have the ability for people to leave messages. It pisses a lot of people off, especially when "I left you a message" is the excuse they give for not calling. The phone does have a web browser that will only go to the Tell-a-carriers web site. Why i would want to go there i haven't quite figured out. But, I lost a thousand minutes one day because the button that turns on the browser got pushed. Its the only button on the phone that doesn't "lock".

Gosh! You sound like me! Mine is not a flip phone. It's a cheap $40 phone I bought and I spend about $10 a month in minutes to text. I have thrown it in my purse, coat pocket, or pants pocket and "butt dialed" many people. Also it goes onto the internet by itself and I have no idea how to do that with that dumb phone! BUT it uses up all my minutes. Also when I call anyone, another person's name appears. Kicker is that with the phone I got all kinds of paperwork (Sprint-Kyocera). So, I call Sprint and they explain that someone else owned that number before. Sprint says they have no record of me or my phone. I have even called them From Their STUPID phone! Spent over 5 hours on the phone with them all together. I don't have 5 hours to spend on the phone with some stranger that does absolutely nothing to help me. SO, here I am stuck with this phone & name RAJIKA! The only other option I have is to get some
other phone, and plan. UGH!
 
I got the "You can't eat chickens that you've named" nonsense at dinner Saturday night. When I pointed to their plate and said someone may have called their dinner "Bessy", she said, "But that's different ... *I* didn't name her".

Why waste time on logic when one has emotions to guide their lives?

I don't seem to have issues eating things I name... Beck the duck was tasty... Named or not... Your still killing an animal for food...

Some people have harped at me for naming some of my chickens. We have so many that not all are named, but it helps when you need to distinguish the difference between one another. When they gripe at me for eating named chickens/roosters I tell them they all look the same plucked or skinned in the freezer bag.
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To me, that has to be one of the most ignorant rationalizations of all...the naming or not naming of food animals rendering them inedible or edible, according to if they have a name. Where in the world did that freakish idea come from??? Naming something makes it a pet? Automatically? It's like something has been placed in the water and everyone is drinking some drug that short circuits the neurons in the part of the brain that deals with separating fantasy from reality.

Where did we ever learn that a name...a sound one makes with their mouth but does not cling to an animal's fur or feathers in any permanent way unless someone is tattooing or spray painting their animal's names on them....turns an animal into one that is a pet and therefore can never be ingested. If ingested it renders the one ingesting it into a monster of epically cruel and sadistic proportions.

Or that not naming an animal allows one to distance oneself from them emotionally so that one's heart actually hardens enough that they can eat said animal...simply because it has lived without a name. That's just.....weird. And childish. To compartmentalize animals into named or unnamed and letting that determine how they are treated or viewed in your mind or heart. Just because of a name.

It's all fantasy.

News flash...they will all eventually die, be they Betsy, Spot or No Name Naked Neck. Whether we eat them or not is immaterial at that point as something will consume them, even if it is not us. Dead is dead, name or not. Anything other than that reality is just the fantasy of an emotionally immature mind.
 
To me, that has to be one of the most ignorant rationalizations of all...the naming or not naming of food animals rendering them inedible or edible, according to if they have a name. Where in the world did that freakish idea come from??? Naming something makes it a pet? Automatically? It's like something has been placed in the water and everyone is drinking some drug that short circuits the neurons in the part of the brain that deals with separating fantasy from reality.

Where did we ever learn that a name...a sound one makes with their mouth but does not cling to an animal's fur or feathers in any permanent way unless someone is tattooing or spray painting their animal's names on them....turns an animal into one that is a pet and therefore can never be ingested. If ingested it renders the one ingesting it into a monster of epically cruel and sadistic proportions.

Or that not naming an animal allows one to distance oneself from them emotionally so that one's heart actually hardens enough that they can eat said animal...simply because it has lived without a name. That's just.....weird. And childish. To compartmentalize animals into named or unnamed and letting that determine how they are treated or viewed in your mind or heart. Just because of a name.

It's all fantasy.

News flash...they will all eventually die, be they Betsy, Spot or No Name Naked Neck. Whether we eat them or not is immaterial at that point as something will consume them, even if it is not us. Dead is dead, name or not. Anything other than that reality is just the fantasy of an emotionally immature mind.
I was talking to my BF (who tolerates my love of horses and is good with my boys even though he doesn't like them), we always joke about how my mini is such a jerk and the things he would like to do to him (not that he would hurt him in real life, but sometimes it's nice to vent about the little guy).. We were talking about horse slaughter and how I honestly don't have a problem with people eating horses, the thing I object to about people taking pet horses to the slaughter plant is that pet horses have a TON of drugs and medications that are all banned from being used on animals intended for consumption. I have no problem with eating a horse, even a trained one, if it has been treated like a cow it's whole life, no drugs that would affect the meat... then we were joking about raising mini's for eating since they would take less freezer space... I told him (in all honesty) that if I raised cows, pigs, or chickens for meat, I would get just as attached to them before slaughter as I would a small horse... though generally the other lifestock would be slaughtered at a younger age since I can't imagine eating a yearling mini... it couldn't possibly have any meat on it!
 
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