Monday, May 30, 2011
Dead or Alive...
Today it was a dead bug. A large dead bug.
Our barn cats have begun to bring home dead things. Mice and chipmunks. Can I mention how much I hate picking up headless rodents. Even more so, I hate that my children find them before I do. I only hate this because I have this fear that the rodent is carrying some sort of horrific disease and my children will catch it. I'm pretty sure these rodents have not been on a ship making a summer-long Atlantic voyage with rum-drinking dirty pirates from Europe, but I am still wary.
Our goats arrived again last week in the form of dinner. Ew. My kids were super excited to eat "Frankie", but I had to decline. I almost threw up in mouth a little bit when Silas, face covered in ketchup, approached me and said, "Eat goat. Frankie ketchup!"
We're preparing mentally for the slaughter of our meat birds. I know what you're thinking...I just talked about being horrified at the kids eating our pet goats and now I'm talking about killing chickens.
I am not attached to these birds at all. They will live with us for between 8 to 12 weeks and then off with their heads!
A fellow chicken-keeper friend of mine and I were discussing what to do with the layers after they're past their prime. We talked of a chicken swap, since we couldn't eat our beloved ladies. As much as I'd love to keep a flock of old hens, I foresee the flock becoming very large over the years...