Buying a Gun

[Joan]

Diane, your story about the hen reminded me of when I was little and my Dad and I were out in the garden one Saturday morning.  We noticed that one of our neighbour, Aunty Camo's, hens had escaped into the farmer's field, so Dad and I chased after this thing madly until we finally caught it.  We took it round to Aunty Camo, who said, "Thank you so much. I must give you something.", dug in her pocket, brought out a piece of string, rung the hen's neck and handed it to Dad!

I can't remember if we actually cooked it or not - don't think, even though I was a country girl, I would have been too happy about eating it.

[Bilthehut]

 

[Malc]

I feel very guilty about the amount of chickens we breed for slaughter. I know we do the same to cows - even worse I suppose, as we keep them as milking cows by keeping them in motherhood mode (those udders are for feeding baby cows, not for milking machines) and then taking some of the babies away to be slaughtered for veal.

I live in a big chicken breeding/slaughtering area. Each company kills tens of thousands of chickens a DAY. All for what? mostly for the fast food market - awful chicken mcnuggets "coated in deliciousness" as the hoardings say. Funny, I thought it was just batter.

[Bilthehut]

awful chicken mcnuggets "coated in deliciousness" as the hoardings say. Funny, I thought it was just batter.

Nah! Batter is edible.

[Diane CBPFC]

My brother found that if you shot at air rifle into pot pourri, it made a lovely noise but nothing moved! He went to a themed murder
mystery party as a big game hunter, baggy shorts the lot! tried the same thing with trifle.

truth and honour.

daft as a brush him! covered the room in custard!

That would be hard to wash out of the elephant costume.