I Only Went in for Dogfood

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And I really did not buy these beauties, but I strongly considered it!  Aren’t they cute? They took me down memory lane.

My mom used to get hundred’s of wee chicks like this at a time and raise then from chick to pullet to layers to meals (the sad part).

I loved the babies and always wanted to keep one as a pet.  But then they would grow into brainless egg-layers that meant chores.  My love, sadly, lacked lasting power.

When they were awesome layers, it made my life difficult because, typically, I would not bring enough baskets to the henhouse for egg gathering.  So, being ever creative, I started firing the extras at the henhouse wall.  Target practice.  Okay, and I may have fired a few at unsuspecting biddies.

Problem:  The hens started eating their own eggs!  Now why would they do that?  It was a mystery for about two seconds till the wall check.  The yellow streaks were a dead giveaway.  I was busted.  Big time.

I don’t remember what the punishment was.  I may have even gotten a spanking.  At least, I should have.  And I only sank into that particular life of crime one season.  I had learned my lesson.

Copper did not fare as well with his chicken sin.  When our dog took off with a pullet in his mouth, Annie-Oakley-Mom got the shotgun and aimed over his head to scare him.  Her scare was a perfect hit.  The leg healed, and he never stole another chicken.  (She was much kinder with me, thankfully.)

Like Copper, I learned my lesson and never took up egg pitching again, but I found other areas in which to creatively perfect sin.

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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21 Responses to I Only Went in for Dogfood

  1. tootlepedal says:

    We are all intrigued now.

  2. pattisj says:

    LOL I grew up with chickens, too. My most memorable trip to gather eggs was the time I found a ‘possum in the nest. That was interesting.

    • Ah, scary. Possums can be nasty.

      My scariest episodes were with the few roosters that inevitably got in the mix. As they grew, they got mean. One day, my older sister and I were gathering eggs, and they attacked! She ran out and locked the door and left me to be pecked–at least for a few seconds! I think I’ve forgiven her. I may still be working on it a wee traumatized bit!!!

  3. susansplace says:

    Loved this story!! Brought back the richness of childhood!

  4. SR says:

    Loved this!!! You are so funny!! They are “brainless” for sure! God Bless, SR

  5. ly says:

    What a delightful tale! Loved reading about your young self hating your chores. Glad you didn’t get shot, too.

  6. dorannrule says:

    Wow! You got lessons in reality early on, but I love it that you continued with “creative sin.” 🙂

  7. Vicki says:

    my parents raised chickens like that as well, but that was after I got married and they moved to acreage in the country. thankfully I was never there for “chicken killing days”.. I agree that the babies are too cute.

  8. Eric Alagan says:

    As a kid we had chicken in our backyard – my job to feed and water them. Yes, when they ended up on our dinner table – I could not eat and used to order ‘takeaways’ instead.

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