@getaclue when all is said and done it is between you and God.
I had a highschool friend who was diagnosed with terminal ovarian cancer when she was just 22. They told her to make her final arrangements because she wasn't going to survive it. She told them she and God had other plans and by golly, they did. She survived the cancer and lived to be in her 50s before she was diagnosed with leukemia and refused further treatment.
Miracles happen. Never underestimate the power of prayer or the determination of the human spirit.
Know we are here for you and fighting for you even as you fight. There are strength in numbers. God bless.
As for Mr. Fox, no, these were definitely chicken feathers and Guinea feathers. We have blue herons that stop at the pond to rest and fead but I've never seen anything white down there. There was one wing bone amidst the Guinea feathers so it was an old kill.
It is a brazen little killer. Our neighbors got home late one night and found two hens and a rooster roosting on the porch railing. They figured they were safe there for the night and locked the rest of the flock up and went to bed. Got up the next morning and there were chicken feathers on the porch floor but no chickens. It took all three birds in the night.
I had a highschool friend who was diagnosed with terminal ovarian cancer when she was just 22. They told her to make her final arrangements because she wasn't going to survive it. She told them she and God had other plans and by golly, they did. She survived the cancer and lived to be in her 50s before she was diagnosed with leukemia and refused further treatment.
Miracles happen. Never underestimate the power of prayer or the determination of the human spirit.
Know we are here for you and fighting for you even as you fight. There are strength in numbers. God bless.

As for Mr. Fox, no, these were definitely chicken feathers and Guinea feathers. We have blue herons that stop at the pond to rest and fead but I've never seen anything white down there. There was one wing bone amidst the Guinea feathers so it was an old kill.
It is a brazen little killer. Our neighbors got home late one night and found two hens and a rooster roosting on the porch railing. They figured they were safe there for the night and locked the rest of the flock up and went to bed. Got up the next morning and there were chicken feathers on the porch floor but no chickens. It took all three birds in the night.
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Oh man.
, but half that size would be scrumptious with a roast. I have to admit I've never done stock. Basically what your saying is you cook the chicken, onions and carrots...strain it, can it and that's the stock? No one in my family has ever made stock.
Yep...not much for the legs or the innards. The FIL used to do up the gizzard, liver and probably heart...but the dog loves me so much more when I think of him...lol. The guys will go wild when I feed them this.

I tend to be a freezer bag person myself.