Our beloved chicken has passed away...
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BigBill
Absent Comrade
was she a egg layer.? Sorry for their loss. Fried or baked?
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SailDesign
Member
Condolences all round....
We had 3 Auracanas for awhile - the kids named them Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner.
One of the dogs had Lunch, and the local foxes had a slap-up Dinner and Breakfast. But the eggs were great while it lasted.
We had 3 Auracanas for awhile - the kids named them Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner.
One of the dogs had Lunch, and the local foxes had a slap-up Dinner and Breakfast. But the eggs were great while it lasted.
Henry the pet chicken
Your story reminds me of a story my best friend George told me years ago. When he was young he had a pet chicken named Henry. One Sunday after church George sat down to Sunday dinner with his parents. Said it was best roast chicken he had ever had. After dinner he went outside to play with his pet Henry. Well...Henry was no where to be found. George's Mother told him they were poor and had no meat for dinner so she cooked Henry. George told me he could never eat chicken again after that. My friend George passed away a few years ago, but I will never forget that story...RIP George and his pet Henry...
Your story reminds me of a story my best friend George told me years ago. When he was young he had a pet chicken named Henry. One Sunday after church George sat down to Sunday dinner with his parents. Said it was best roast chicken he had ever had. After dinner he went outside to play with his pet Henry. Well...Henry was no where to be found. George's Mother told him they were poor and had no meat for dinner so she cooked Henry. George told me he could never eat chicken again after that. My friend George passed away a few years ago, but I will never forget that story...RIP George and his pet Henry...
I'm suddenly hungry. Joe
Reminds me when pa went out to the chicken coop and obliterated our agressive pet cock with a 20 gauge shotgun. 
He had finally had enough of him! The little Peking duck was a much nicer animal, thought often became confused easily.
He had finally had enough of him! The little Peking duck was a much nicer animal, thought often became confused easily.
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crsides
US Veteran, SWCA Member, Absent Comrade
Had a rooster show up in my back yard, housing development in city limits.
No chickens for miles around that I knew of. I had been throwing corn out in the backyard to temp the squirrels from the front yard pecan trees. The back yard provided a better sniper position. After awhile, Jerry became a fixture in our neighborhood, and the first words put together by several of my grand children were, "Where's Jerry" as we called him from the porch. He lasted 7 yrs until a hawk showed up. the end.
Charlie
No chickens for miles around that I knew of. I had been throwing corn out in the backyard to temp the squirrels from the front yard pecan trees. The back yard provided a better sniper position. After awhile, Jerry became a fixture in our neighborhood, and the first words put together by several of my grand children were, "Where's Jerry" as we called him from the porch. He lasted 7 yrs until a hawk showed up. the end.
Charlie
Oh NOOOOOO !!! Not your Emotional Support Chicken....
The tragedy of it all.
For a small price I'll let you rent my support parrot !!
The tragedy of it all.
For a small price I'll let you rent my support parrot !!
Riding down the road one day we happened to see a white chicken..side of the road..We were near a Perdue chikin pluckin place. That ol chickin had escaped from the pluckin truck. Well we came back a bit later and that ol chikin was off'n the road out in a hay field. So I stopped and momma went out and brung him home with us. That chikin grew up into a big ol white rooster. We had two multi colored roosters that used to whup the heck outta that roostyer...one would a=ttack from the rear then the other from the from. Bloodied that big ol rooster something terrible. Well they were pickin on him pretty bad one day and I went out into the yard and played eeny meeny miney mo on those two ol fighting cocks....with a 22 rifle. Well one of 'em got to live a life of holy crapo lemme hide from that guy and that big ol rooster was king of the barnyard for a couple years. He musta weighed 12 lbs before he ...pardon the pun...bought the bullet! True story! That is a really pretty rooster crsides
Animal control in the county used to bring us all the ducks geese chickins etc they had to capture... we even had a swan(BiiiiG Bird) and a little Kestrel. That Kestrel was a neat little bird. Gave the swan to the Game and fish people after we got him healed and they put him on a local lake
Animal control in the county used to bring us all the ducks geese chickins etc they had to capture... we even had a swan(BiiiiG Bird) and a little Kestrel. That Kestrel was a neat little bird. Gave the swan to the Game and fish people after we got him healed and they put him on a local lake
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THE PILGRIM
Member
Brings back memories of my Rooster Booster.
He was a New Hampshire Red, but denied any affiliation or association with the Communist Party.
He’s long gone, romping with those Pullets up in the chicken run in the sky.
He was a New Hampshire Red, but denied any affiliation or association with the Communist Party.
He’s long gone, romping with those Pullets up in the chicken run in the sky.
CAJUNLAWYER
Member
Are you gonna cremate him with direct heat or indirect heat-I would think
at his age you would smother him but he's yours to do with as you please
BigBill
Absent Comrade
When I first moved to the new place the farm had a rooster. Every morning it would crow. Didn’t bother me I liked it but the other neighbors complained. They gave it away to another farm. I miss it.
BigBill
Absent Comrade
This is my problem I want chickens, pigs and beef but I won’t have the heart to butcher them nor eat them if they become my pets.
I did kill 36 chickens one day with my buddy. The chicken plucker worked awesome.
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HOUSTON RICK
Member
My grandparents raised chickens until the Korean War. Then the world became wise and sanitary and the small truck farm was incorporated into a municipality and the chickens and other livestock had to go. I heard it was quite a feast. At least the fields and vegetables survived for me to work with my grandfather. Probably off topic, but thanks for bringing up the memory of long, happy, sweaty summer days and the most magnificent produce that I will ever eat. I would say sorry about the chicken, but it does not seem like too sad of an occasion.
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I know how you feel. My favorite rooster, Colonel Sanders, was nabbed by a fox last year. Every morning he would peck on the door for a Little Debbie powered donut. He was spoiled!
A powdered donut fed chicken?
Chik-Fil-Et needs to try that!
carpriver
US Veteran
I grew up around chickens, there were many a Sunday we took a bent coat hanger and snatched up a chicken and dressed it for Sunday dinner. And there would be deviled eggs on the table. Free range chickens fried up in lard with 10 herbs and spices Hummm good.
