When I went to feed I found my Old English Game rooster dead. he was 4 years old and I guess the cold was just to much for him. I got him in and order from cackle hatchery and he was very small and very pretty.
When you own chickens you have to get accustomed to death.
Found this on the Demorcate underground and it sounds about like an old man..
The Afghan chieftain looked older than his 60-odd years, and his bearded face bore the creases of a man burdened with duties as tribal patriarch and husband to four younger women. His visitor, a CIA officer, saw an opportunity, and reached into his bag for a small gift.
Four blue pills. Viagra.
"Take one of these. You'll love it," the officer said. Compliments of Uncle Sam.
The enticement worked. The officer, who described the encounter, returned four days later to an enthusiastic reception. The grinning chief offered up a bonanza of information about Taliban movements and supply routes -- followed by a request for more pills.
I wonder if the CIA has been in my chicken pen?
2 comments:
You are a hoot. I am sorry about the old guys passing...but look at the bright side...you could have lost one of the sweet little hens.
Pat I'm no chicken expert but he looks alive in the picture....
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