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Man, am I ever behind!
I try to eat in moderation, knowing eventually there may be things I have to cut from my diet. I did have two delicious pork chops the evening we discussed the food. Our employers ate the following for breakfast every morning:
one orange/half a grapefruit, a bowl of porridge topped with real 100% cream skimmed off the milk from the milk cow, 2 eggs and 4 slices of bacon. And then they had a full beef, potato, fresh veggie laden dinner with cake topped with ice cream...every day.
They both lived to see 90. I have a friend, same age as me, he's never eaten fast food (I know!) and he had a heart attack 3 years ago and stints put in. Heart disease runs on his father's side.
I like icecream. It doesn't like me. I eat it and my hands split open.
Babygirl is one of my tiniest chickens. She's a teeny, weeny white Silkie cross with clean, dark green legs, I'm assuming with one of the duckwing OEGB roos as her Dad. I never handled her but anyone can pick her up and she just blinks as much to say, hi, what do you want? She doesn't move, she never flaps...she just sits there all snugly, looks at you and blinks.
She's the first egg I hatched and she's a top roost hen. She just never goes anywhere...she lays in the coop, in the sun, wings stretched out and she pants because she gets hot.
I suppose being that small, 10 feet out from the coop IS a lot of exercise for her...lol.
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Just caught DD's cat on our kitchen counter, never saw her up there ever, licking a stick of butter...was not too happy. In the garbage. Then I got thinking, wonder how many times she's done that and we didn't know?
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Bad kitty!