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dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/2zO5WpG:csevet replied to your video “My babies are growing up!!! Pigeon-sized and fully feathered and real…”
proud of you and your dozens of beautiful hate-filled children
… My accent in that video is inexplicable. I have no idea what I’m doing with my mouth. Who even knows.
Hundreds. There are hundreds of them. I am so delighted. They are beautiful. They are hateful little lizards and they want to eat me. Middle-Little was in there with me and got a shot of them clustering around me waiting to eat me while I messed with my phone. Oh it’s in my texts not my dropbox, I’ll have to get it later. It’s great, they’re terrifying.
Farmsister was cleaning out her freezer the other day and found some pig livers she had no intention of eating, so she thawed them and brought them out for the chicklets, as she calls them. (There’s still another flock of chickens, and *they’re* “the chickens”, so the baby ones are the chicklets.) They were skeptical, but figured it out pretty quick. The protein is good for them; chickens aren’t naturally vegetarian.
I noticed that the friendliest chick there is a strangely all-white creature, and I realized that’s because it’s got to be one of the ISA Brown chickens– their normal red-brown color is a sex-linked trait, and the males are white. So he’s a cockerel that snuck in with the hen chicks! They do grow up to be quite pretty, but they were supposed to be all hens… Still, I like that he’s friendly. It’ll be nice to have a friendly rooster.
Speaking of roosters, the main man in the old flock is a venerable golden rooster named Fabio i’ve mentioned here before, and Farmsister watched him literally fight off a red-tailed hawk last week. He is going to retire to another farm when the current flock is decommissioned, and actually there are two people who want him, so they’ll have to draw straws.
He straight-up just fought a hawk, which is amazing.
OH the other thing– tonight I learned how to safely pick up a full-size adult turkey. They’d gotten out, but it was dark so they were asleep. So I picked up a sleepy turkey– you grab them by the armpits, basically, hold their wings right near where they attach to the body– and carried it around, and it sort of confusedly peeped at me and leaned back to stretch its feet out because it couldn’t understand why it couldn’t touch the ground, but it was sleepy so it didn’t have the wherewithal to get upset about it, and I carried it back to the fence and set it down, and it sat there and blinked, then got up and staggered to the pile of its siblings and went back to sleep.
Their bodies are so warm that just from carrying it that short distance, my hands were warm for twenty minutes.
We gotta process them tomorrow. I always feel bad, they’re so beautiful. They have huge dark beady eyes and soft, soft feathers, much more beautiful than the scraggly meat chickens. And they make these soft confused peeping noises that make you feel sorry for them. But they’re really, really, really dumb, and they’re delicious, and seriously if you hold them by the wings and turn them upside down they pass the fuck out.
I still won’t be doing the killing anytime soon. No thanks. It’s too much.
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proud of you and your dozens of beautiful hate-filled children
… My accent in that video is inexplicable. I have no idea what I’m doing with my mouth. Who even knows.
Hundreds. There are hundreds of them. I am so delighted. They are beautiful. They are hateful little lizards and they want to eat me. Middle-Little was in there with me and got a shot of them clustering around me waiting to eat me while I messed with my phone. Oh it’s in my texts not my dropbox, I’ll have to get it later. It’s great, they’re terrifying.
Farmsister was cleaning out her freezer the other day and found some pig livers she had no intention of eating, so she thawed them and brought them out for the chicklets, as she calls them. (There’s still another flock of chickens, and *they’re* “the chickens”, so the baby ones are the chicklets.) They were skeptical, but figured it out pretty quick. The protein is good for them; chickens aren’t naturally vegetarian.
I noticed that the friendliest chick there is a strangely all-white creature, and I realized that’s because it’s got to be one of the ISA Brown chickens– their normal red-brown color is a sex-linked trait, and the males are white. So he’s a cockerel that snuck in with the hen chicks! They do grow up to be quite pretty, but they were supposed to be all hens… Still, I like that he’s friendly. It’ll be nice to have a friendly rooster.
Speaking of roosters, the main man in the old flock is a venerable golden rooster named Fabio i’ve mentioned here before, and Farmsister watched him literally fight off a red-tailed hawk last week. He is going to retire to another farm when the current flock is decommissioned, and actually there are two people who want him, so they’ll have to draw straws.
He straight-up just fought a hawk, which is amazing.
OH the other thing– tonight I learned how to safely pick up a full-size adult turkey. They’d gotten out, but it was dark so they were asleep. So I picked up a sleepy turkey– you grab them by the armpits, basically, hold their wings right near where they attach to the body– and carried it around, and it sort of confusedly peeped at me and leaned back to stretch its feet out because it couldn’t understand why it couldn’t touch the ground, but it was sleepy so it didn’t have the wherewithal to get upset about it, and I carried it back to the fence and set it down, and it sat there and blinked, then got up and staggered to the pile of its siblings and went back to sleep.
Their bodies are so warm that just from carrying it that short distance, my hands were warm for twenty minutes.
We gotta process them tomorrow. I always feel bad, they’re so beautiful. They have huge dark beady eyes and soft, soft feathers, much more beautiful than the scraggly meat chickens. And they make these soft confused peeping noises that make you feel sorry for them. But they’re really, really, really dumb, and they’re delicious, and seriously if you hold them by the wings and turn them upside down they pass the fuck out.
I still won’t be doing the killing anytime soon. No thanks. It’s too much.
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