Well, it was feeding time early this morning for my american alligator, Duchess. I'm grabbing chickens (it was a rooster-kill day, too many fights have been breaking out in my shed) here and there and throwing them into my cart (It's an old shopping cart I bought from a friend who owns a supermarket). Funny how they never have the sense to jump out...anyways, moving on. I wheel dinner to her enclosure, and then I get a call on my cell. A neighbor is at my gate, upset becuase her neices are over her house (and they'd like to visit my ranch to see the animals) and thinks one of my animals might kill them (remember that one tiger at that zoo?). I asked if we could talk about this while I work, she says yes, and I go back to the enclosure. The stupid roos are still in the cart. I play the xylophone (found an old one at a garage sale, it was a great deal) to let Duchess know she's getting fed (Alligators are smarter than you think). Then as Duchess comes up to the fence, I whack a jersey giant roo on the head to kill it and I toss him in. The woman was hysterical. She's all yelling at me for cruelty to animals. I explained that the reason I kill the roos first is so they won't suffer. Then she says "well if they were alive at least they'd have a fighting chance!". What chance? There is an adult american alligator in that enclosure! No bird is going to last long in there. As the lady's yelling, I'm listening to her with another dead chicken by the legs. Poor duchess, waiting for more food, nudges the fence a bit to get my attention. That lady just ran. I laughed while I fed off the rest of the roos...The whole thing was just too funny.