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

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My dad calls me the Chicken Tender. Not dumb, but I thought it was funny and clever!

That is funny and clever ! Love it !
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I was talking about my chickens laying eggs. My coworker says, "They lay eggs without a rooster?"
 
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or is the mother from Poland? or the kid born in Kentucky? Here in Indiana Kentucky=stupid.
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I just meant that it sounded like a blonde joke.

Polish and Kentucky jokes are in essence Blonde Jokes

edited to say whoopie over 1000 posts on this thread!!!!!!!!
 
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I was shipping fertile hatching eggs earlier this spring and a postal worker flipped out. She thought there were full grown chicks in the eggs I was sending out. I had to explain to her about shipped eggs and the fact that they are in a kind of "stasis" and there is not much difference between eating eggs and hatching eggs. Really the only difference is what temp and how long you "cook" them. The look on her face was priceless, LOL.
 
(the no rooster and still getting eggs theme...)

I heard this one from the postal worker that gave me the package with my first chicks in it!

Ron

I was shipping fertile hatching eggs earlier this spring and a postal worker flipped out. She thought there were full grown chicks in the eggs I was sending out. I had to explain to her about shipped eggs and the fact that they are in a kind of "stasis" and there is not much difference between eating eggs and hatching eggs. Really the only difference is what temp and how long you "cook" them. The look on her face was priceless, LOL.

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(jk) i'm a postal worker, after working all week, i work Sundays and Holidays delivering Express Parcels, and i've delivered hundreds of thousands of chicks over the years... (when chicks hatch Friday, and are shipped Saturday, they arrive at the general mail facilities on Sunday, but since there is no regular delivery on Sunday, they often sit until Monday, which makes them 3 days old and half dead... so it's great to get them to their home on Sunday... so many new chick owners have no idea how delicate they are and often tell me to just leave them by the garage if they aren't home. in the cold, or in the extreme heat. i can't.... i wouldn't even if i could... i have instructed lots of folks on the importance of being ready for them when i arrive, at the very least have water ready... some people aren't expecting them at all, this past year with the warm winter weather, chicks were being shipped in February... i am willing to wait for folks to get back from the store with feed, i always call ahead and try to give a time when i will arrive and if i have to shift deliveries around so a customer can be home... i'll do whatever it takes to get them there alive.
i have delivered lots of fertile eggs as well, i think it's really cool, i even delivered a rooster that required a signature release because he was insured for $12,000
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Holy Cra*! $12,000?!?! My shipping is insured and costs $200 and i thought i paid to much!

The other day, upon entering our town, we posted a sign saying,
One California farmer feeds 200+ people, including YOU.

then two days later in the paper a article was written...


".....while roaming the petite little town we call Denair, I came across a sign stating that one calfornia farmer feeds 200+ people. I find that to be a complete lie. We do not rely on a smelly old farmer to feed us, thats what walmart and raleys is for. And to those who posted this particular sign, quit your fibbing and please buy real food like a normal human being."

i repled promtley telling them that if all of the worlds farmers quit farming wed all be left for dead either eating dirt or feasting on each other. 56 other replys were written, 99% of them i cant post on here.
 
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