something an older person says about chickens

I have had 2 old guys come by and visit with me and my Daughters while we sell eggs in town.

I set up two "Fresh Eggs" signs.

I first one walked up (slowly) and asked my 9 yr old daughter if we were selling rooster eggs. My daughter didn't know how to answer that so she looked at me for an answer. I just laughed!

The second ol' timer (70+)came up to me, he looked around to see if any one was watching or listening and asked, "Do you have pint or quarts?".
I told him, " No my eggs come by the dozen or 18er".
The old guy just walks away laughing?

I later find out that back in old days Moon Shiners would put out, "Fresh EGG" signs to advertize a fresh batch of moon shine.

I thought I'd share that with you all.


DeWayne
 
I heard it was very common to bury shine in coops to keep the revenuers from finding it but you had to bury it deep enough to keep chickens from exposing it by scratching.
 
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Internet? Dayum! I was just trying to get this here string and two tin can arrangement thaang to work and y'all throw out another spitter! Woke up to find out that Taco Bell wasn't the Mexican phone company!

Funny thing about getting older...your g'pa and g'ma pass away and then you end up with the honor...sooner than you hope for? My g'ma was a robust 96 when she kicked the bucket,she would've made it to at least her ma's age (105) but some idiot ran her over as she was walking on her way to the general store at the crossing. BTW,I'll never need to use a walker;I use a wheelchair or my prosthetic leg. I do have a stout 7 ft walking stick that has some smarta s s's name on it,shonuff!!

All Y'all take care!
 
I also love old people, especially old men!!!
They are so cheeky and they still have a glint in their eyes!
They have been through wars and depressions and had to do it the hard way, they are heroes to me, men and women.

Show us your eyes mdbucks and Purplechicken!!

Ive been told that we need to have the floor raised under a broody so the shock of a storm wont kill the embryos.
Theres so many old wives tales but i cant think of them right now.
I love the song "Old dogs and children and watermelon wine."
 
Both of my grandmothers died when i was a baby, and my grandfathered lived here in PR where as i was born and raised in Massachusetts. I got to spend a few months learning how to farm from my mothers father. It came in handy cause he kicked and now i'm living on the land he left. He was 84.


My fathers father, who is almost a complete stranger to all of us is alive and kickin at 96. He's been a bachelor his whole life, so you can imagine his living conditions and diet. But theres no changing him, he spends his social security check on hookers and cock fights, and hes been doing it for at least 30 years. he's a crazy old coot that once fashioned himself a pair of wings and jumped off a cliff. Spent a long time raising fighting cocks but has finally retired. His 3 room apartment is much more sanitary as a result.

The big local chcken relevant myth here is that if a chicken sits on an egg over friday night, the egg is "in play" and is no longer edible.
 
GreggsEggs wrote:
The second ol' timer (70+)came up to me, he looked around to see if any one was watching or listening and asked, "Do you have pint or quarts?".
I told him, " No my eggs come by the dozen or 18er".
The old guy just walks away laughing?

I later find out that back in old days Moon Shiners would put out, "Fresh EGG" signs to advertize a fresh batch of moon shine.

I haven't heard that one, GreggsEggs, but I'm sure my grandaddy would have something to say about that if he were still alive. He liked moonshine, but he made blackberry wine and dandelion wine.

The only chicken-related sayings I can remember are:
"a whistling girl and a crowing hen always come to some bad end"
"chicks hatched from eggs laid in the spring are stronger than chicks hatched in the fall"
"madder than a wet hen"

My FIL was told that crowing hens are bad luck and the only way to get rid of the bad luck is to give them to a preacher to eat. Sounds like it's only bad luck for the hen! He's a retired preacher, BTW, so people have given him crowing hens.

Oh NO, 58 can't be old! I'll be 51 in a few months. OK, PurpleChicken, I'm fixin' to whop you upside your head with a mad, wet hen!​
 

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