This is the broilers last week with us, unless you want to get literal and count "in our bellies" as "with us". I will miss them greeting me at the back door every time I go out. I will miss the cock fights. I will miss the cute little honking noise they make. I will miss the running waddle when they try to fly. I will not miss filling the food and water three times a day, the chicken crap all over my deck or worrying about whether or not I need to put an injured meat chicken out of it's misery. Not to worry, though! It will all begin again in the spring. Here's a recap of the last ten weeks. I'm still amazed at how quickly they grow.
4 comments:
Seriously, we need land...your poor deck! Let's hope for good weather tomorrow morning. Thanks again for sacrificing your backyard!
By the way, I do count them as "with us" when they are in my belly! mmmm
I just commented on Tiff's blog w/ the same thing...but I think it's so cool that you do this!
If they are in your belly, they are still with you. 24 hours later is a different story!
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