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We have a rule in our family, we don't eat things that have names. This is our standard response when people ask what we're going to do with our hens when they stop laying. Uh...they're pets, they have names, they're not food.
Anyway. I think I need to figure out how to explain this to my chickens. We don't eat things that have names. I HAVE A NAME!!!
Even if my name is only "The food lady" or "The big weird looking chicken that brings treats."
Those are still names.
One of the chicks, Minnie - a silkie, went after the end of one of my pigtail braids the other day. I was holding her, she looked at it for a couple seconds, I told her it wasn't food, she bit it anyway and gave it the normal shake, shake, shake. The hair got her in the face, she freaked out and jumped from my arms squacking and flapping all over the place. I couldn't help but laugh. Poor girl was viciously attacked by a pigtail and doesn't know that she can't fly.
My husband has a little bit of rope burn between his toes from wakeboarding over the weekend...not sure how that happened....but he learned that rope burn on your toes + flip-flops + chickens = bad news. No idea how they found the rope burn, but apparently it looked like a wonderful snack. Crazy chickens!
We have a rule in our family, we don't eat things that have names. This is our standard response when people ask what we're going to do with our hens when they stop laying. Uh...they're pets, they have names, they're not food.
Anyway. I think I need to figure out how to explain this to my chickens. We don't eat things that have names. I HAVE A NAME!!!
One of the chicks, Minnie - a silkie, went after the end of one of my pigtail braids the other day. I was holding her, she looked at it for a couple seconds, I told her it wasn't food, she bit it anyway and gave it the normal shake, shake, shake. The hair got her in the face, she freaked out and jumped from my arms squacking and flapping all over the place. I couldn't help but laugh. Poor girl was viciously attacked by a pigtail and doesn't know that she can't fly.
My husband has a little bit of rope burn between his toes from wakeboarding over the weekend...not sure how that happened....but he learned that rope burn on your toes + flip-flops + chickens = bad news. No idea how they found the rope burn, but apparently it looked like a wonderful snack. Crazy chickens!