Ronnie2
Chirping
I was looking at cone's this morning, for putting chickens upside down to suffocate. I must have been six when I would go visit my Grandparents who lived in the country outside of Palestine. My Grandmother would go to the chicken yard, and select a pair, and would bring them up to her house. She had an aluminum bucket with a swing over handle, and she would put both chickens in the bucket, with there heads underneath their body, and then we would just walk away. All I remember was we had some of the best fried chicken and gravy when my parents would take us out to their house for Sunday lunch. They had a Jersey milk cow, she would milk every morning, then come in and churn butter in a butter churn, with a wooden stick. I do miss both my Grandparents, and the, from scratch good eats. No frozen TV dinners, of fast foods back then.
