Quote: My rams are dorset--corriedale, but even my pure Corr were gentlemen. Too easy to get hurt without a willing partner. I love the call, the pleading baaa . . . . .![]()
Linda, I can think of worse things than being force fed-- no need to feel ashamed. Bet it tasted great. I had fillet mignon back in the day too. Still remember the restaurant and the friend that took me out for my birthday. THey didn't have goose pate though. Someday . . . . .studded with pistachios I think.I am ashamed to say I ate goose liver pate on my 30th birthday as an appetizer, before I also ate filet mignon for the first time. (That was a great birthday... Nearly 30 years ago.) I say ashamed because I knew how it was produced back then... And I've never had it since.
Now, should I be offered pate at the home of a friend who processed a goose, that would be different. No friend of mine would force/tube feed a goose just to get good tasting liver.
Ron, turkey sex isn't messy, just ugly. Most of the time the Tom just stands there on the hen's back, treading and treading. But he gets such a perverted expression, eyes closed, beak open, drooling and panting. The hens have to be patient AND have strong backs! I am so surprised they squat for that abuse.
At least chicken sex is quick.
I try not to watch--the process takes soooo long, it is a wonder a coyote doesn't grab the tom if they were in the wild. Chickens seem to have a safer method-- though I dolike the dance Carmel-Boy puts on to wooo the hens now that their Rooster is penned with an ouchy foot. Took Carmel-BOy a few weeks to realize the tyrant is not protecting his flock. Several roosters have taken over now. THey all do the dance, then jump on and HURRY.![]()
you all are feeding my need to have turkeys again...Back in the day my daughters got 6 for a 4-H project then Newcastle Disease put the kaybosh on any exhibiting poultry so they became dinner. They were hysterical and I free ranged em until they started causing problems in the neighborhood. Apparently they had no respect for private property and didn't know where ours ended. One day the neighbor across the street came over to tell me they were in his yard...ooops.... as I apologized he stammered " I I didn't know what or how to do uhmmm deal I mean well... They won't be intimidated." I laughed because I pictured them 4 BRs and 2 Naragansetts moving slowly out of his way then going right back to their scratching and pecking as he flailed about and threatened. I couldn't see them but went out on my porch and called them and they came running , wings down and out rocking back and forth the hustled across the street. My neighbor couldn't believe it. He said something equally eloquent to his earlier comment and went home.
They were fun but the best thing about them was how they tasted!Great story!!![]()