'War Stories'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
ETA:remember this when you see "All Vegetarian Diet" as that's really a not great thing. We probably shouldn't feed them Vienna sausages (though they love fish scraps as I recently learned) but for the most humane chicken raising they should be pastured and eat bugs
I am always suspicious when I see eggs labeled both "Free Range!" and "All Vegetarian Diet!" If one isn't a blatant lie, those are some extremely disciplined chickens.
Disciplined chickens conjures up odd images.
I give up. I'm running away from work, I just cannot deal with any more today.
To be fair, they usually say "fed an all vegetarian diet" which I assume mean their provided supplemental feed (posturing is never enough) is vegetarian. As is mine.
(posturing is never enough)
I knew those chicken farmers were poseurs!
Gris, are you raising chickens for your own use, or more than that?
Do you have Chicken Run nightmares?
Just for my own eggs. We are on less than a quarter acre in the city of Nashville - a farming operation is unfortunately beyond our ability.
At this rate, the chances seem slim that the "2 days" will not run into Friday. My new boss really REALLY wants me in the office (not just working) on Friday.
How is this normal? Check in at 8, no bed at 2, but no apology? I get shit happens, but in my little sphere I'm being jerked around related to important stuff (like not pissing off the CIO) and even though I'm not an ICU patient, I still want someone to meet me some of the way.
You did the right thing by getting him off the streets! We can't take in All the Pets even though it is my retirement plan to be the craxy lady with All the Pets.
I am already that lady, I fear.
We used to have ducks and geese but we had dogs, so they only got to roam the yard sometimes, when the dogs were locked up in the house. It actually put me off eggs for awhile, having to go gather them covered in shit. The ducks were Huey, Dewey, and Louie. The geese were Gus and Gertrude. Ravens got the ducks, and the geese went to a farm, so my parents say. They bit my crotch enough that I wouldn't be sad if they ended up as someone's Thanksgiving dinner.
Read a hilarious article about a couple experimenting with ducks for pest control. Yeah, they controlled the pests, and then ate or trampled the rest of the vegetable garden. The couple then ate the ducks.