lordmongrove
Justified & Ancient
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That's the way i feel about roll playing games. On line Dungeons and Dragons is not for me.Warhammer Online is fake, only sweaty nerds in a room with pens and paper is real.
That's the way i feel about roll playing games. On line Dungeons and Dragons is not for me.Warhammer Online is fake, only sweaty nerds in a room with pens and paper is real.
My cats wouldn't touch my hens. Chickens are surprisingly large, hefty and make the most enormous amount of noise if being chased.
Doesn't the Channel Islands have sparrowhawks? They were far and away the biggest threat to my hens - foxes be damned.
Our dogs give the chickens a wide berth - the black lab was asleep in the sun when a chicken wandered past and took a peck at his pecker - blood was drawn. I've never heard such a strange cry from a dog before.
They will eat frogs, mice and fledglings - pecking them to death first. No I don't watch them but I can hear them and always get there too late.
I'm no chicken expert but I understand the reason male chicks aren't reared for meat is because they take longer to grow to size than females, and then are a bit less tender meat, and its just not economical. Baby chickens are sexed and if males, are suffocated and/or chucked in a grinder.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chick_culling . There are videos on youtube but I won't link because, eueww.
"I think it is going to cause an accident one day. The chickens are always crossing the road all the time
I'm sorry? A maggot farm?Commercial egg-layers only have a useful (business) life of 12 months - the chickens are then either sold or gassed.
We've a 4yo who's still laying good eggs but not the 1 a day necessary for a business.
My ex-father-in-law had a maggot farm that used to take delivery of a van-loads of chickens from egg farms - the exhaust gas was used for killing them and not all were dead when they arrived. He also used to take pets that vets had put down.
I'm sorry? A maggot farm?
For completeness.
A Woman Has Bled to Death After a Rooster Pecked Her Varicose Vein
https://www.sciencealert.com/a-woman-has-bled-to-death-after-her-chicken-pecked-her-varicose-vein
I bet you reconsidered the nudie sunbathing after that.My black Lab was snoozing in the sun when one of our chickens wondered past him and pecked the end of his dick - drew blood. He didn't half yelp. They can be nasty buggers them chickens.
I remember visiting my parents at their old house ages ago. They'd kept chickens before, the roost being almost the length of a football pitch away from the house.
After getting out of my car, I clocked a large rooster pelting towards me so decided to stand still and turn away slightly to show it I wasn't a threat. That didn't work so I quickly let myself into the house, did the usual pleasantries with my parents then mentioned the rooster. My Mum said something along the lines of "He's evil, he keeps trying to attack us every time we go outside .. he's not even scared of your Dad."
When it was time to leave, sure enough this little nutter started running across the field away from his three chicken lovers (perhaps where my Dad went wrong?) and at me full pelt again. I was a bit embarrassed about being afraid of it so I decided to 'nut up' and not run away from the Michael Myers of the chicken world. That didn't work so I ended up grabbing one of those old school round dustbin lids to use as a shield while the f****r kept going for me. I hid behind a partition wall but it found me. The problem was that this little bastard belonged to my Dad so I couldn't just kick the hell out of it and also none of us are into animal cruelty so I darted into my car to escape.
What this cocky rooster had no way of knowing, sadly in retrospect, was that my Sister's (then) toddler daughter was starting to come round to the house on visits. Next time I visited I asked my Mum where the psycho rooster was, she said .. "Your Dad got hold of him, took him over to the front gate, put his neck in it and broke it."
game over.
I'll smile and nod and agree but truthfully, I don't know because I don't watch super hero films. I expect you're probably right.I guess your version of The Avengers is different to the Marvel version.
Harsh but inevitable. Chicken was on the table that day?I remember visiting my parents at their old house ages ago. They'd kept chickens before, the roost being almost the length of a football pitch away from the house.
After getting out of my car, I clocked a large rooster pelting towards me so decided to stand still and turn away slightly to show it I wasn't a threat. That didn't work so I quickly let myself into the house, did the usual pleasantries with my parents then mentioned the rooster. My Mum said something along the lines of "He's evil, he keeps trying to attack us every time we go outside .. he's not even scared of your Dad."
When it was time to leave, sure enough this little nutter started running across the field away from his three chicken lovers (perhaps where my Dad went wrong?) and at me full pelt again. I was a bit embarrassed about being afraid of it so I decided to 'nut up' and not run away from the Michael Myers of the chicken world. That didn't work so I ended up grabbing one of those old school round dustbin lids to use as a shield while the f****r kept going for me. I hid behind a partition wall but it found me. The problem was that this little bastard belonged to my Dad so I couldn't just kick the hell out of it and also none of us are into animal cruelty so I darted into my car to escape.
What this cocky rooster had no way of knowing, sadly in retrospect, was that my Sister's (then) toddler daughter was starting to come round to the house on visits. Next time I visited I asked my Mum where the psycho rooster was, she said .. "Your Dad got hold of him, took him over to the front gate, put his neck in it and broke it."
game over.
I'll smile and nod and agree but truthfully, I don't know because I don't watch super hero films. I expect you're probably right.
Coq au vin?I remember visiting my parents at their old house ages ago. They'd kept chickens before, the roost being almost the length of a football pitch away from the house.
After getting out of my car, I clocked a large rooster pelting towards me so decided to stand still and turn away slightly to show it I wasn't a threat. That didn't work so I quickly let myself into the house, did the usual pleasantries with my parents then mentioned the rooster. My Mum said something along the lines of "He's evil, he keeps trying to attack us every time we go outside .. he's not even scared of your Dad."
When it was time to leave, sure enough this little nutter started running across the field away from his three chicken lovers (perhaps where my Dad went wrong?) and at me full pelt again. I was a bit embarrassed about being afraid of it so I decided to 'nut up' and not run away from the Michael Myers of the chicken world. That didn't work so I ended up grabbing one of those old school round dustbin lids to use as a shield while the f****r kept going for me. I hid behind a partition wall but it found me. The problem was that this little bastard belonged to my Dad so I couldn't just kick the hell out of it and also none of us are into animal cruelty so I darted into my car to escape.
What this cocky rooster had no way of knowing, sadly in retrospect, was that my Sister's (then) toddler daughter was starting to come round to the house on visits. Next time I visited I asked my Mum where the psycho rooster was, she said .. "Your Dad got hold of him, took him over to the front gate, put his neck in it and broke it."
game over.
Yeah go then .. but don't tell the Mrs ..Coq au vin?
Wouldn’t be the first time I put it in something I shouldn’t have.Yeah go then .. but don't tell the Mrs ..
Get a few foxes on the island?..
We did. After a year or so they tend to have health problems and become egg-bound on a regular basis. Out of six, all of which made year one, one died more or less every six months after that. They need to be very well fed (plenty of layer's mash and corn), as otherwise, as they produce so many eggs they become unwell and the eggs become thin shelled and watery.A good handful of friends adopt ex layers. A garden, safety at night and good food, they produce enough eggs for the families and enough to sell on.