I wonder if CL's pastured Cornish X will have stronger bones than the commercial ones? One of my culiary objections* is that the things are so fragile that there's almost always bone blood leaking from the epipheses and sometimes from the sides of the long bones.
I still am not free-ranging. The objection now is that the resident brancher (newly flying baby hawk) is hanging out in the orchard all day, right across the fence from my yard. Too much probability of predatory attempts. So part of the reason I'm tired and cranky and having low BG like whoa is that I'm cutting grass, bedstraw, et'c for all four pens, and harvesting red worms out of the compost; it's amazing that I can spend a half-hour picking worms out of compost and Maggie, Terre and Suzzy can eat them all in about zero seconds. Elvis is a little less head-long: he tends to sneak up on them.
Last night I screwed up and cooked one end of a pound of hamburger while I was thawing it, so the Hamburgs got that mixed with the heel of a loaf of bakery bread and the horrible steamed carrots from a frozen meal I had for lunch (carrots are not friendly to my BG, especially cooked ones). They were suspicious of it for about ten minutes, but it was all gone by bedtime. This is very good news: when my husband and I have hamburger for dinner, there's always about 3-5 oz leftover, so it will from this day hence go into the chicken pot.
*Others are: basically tasteless, poor texture, usually much too fat, wings too small for making good consome.
for getting to meet Mickey Dolenz. I've had a crush on him since Circus Boy, when I was a preschooler and he was taking third and fourth grade on the Chatsworth lot.
