to be a chicken at the creek. On Sunday, two of our biggest meat birds numbers were up.
That sounds mean.
I did feel badly for them.
So I sent this guy to go up and do the deed.
Does he not look like a cold blooded chicken killer?
But HE IS.
K wasn't so sure he wanted drumsticks.
He really had to think about it some.
The chickens went for a quick dip in 140 degree water,
you know to help with the plucking.
A said the feathers were just falling off.
I took him at word.
Starting to look less like what we see at the barn, and more of what I see in the oven.
Time for the innards to come on out and become dog food.
E was very interested in all this.
He thought the feet in the bucket was a riot.
Got some chicken goo on the fingers.
Anyway in between all that, the kids, my parents and I, went across the street for some horse show viewing.
We hooked up with Julie and her crew.
We saw some horses take off and do their thing as fast as they could with riders of all levels. We sat right at the only place in or out. Some horses looked like they were going to crash in to us.
We moved on.
We saw some barrel racing,
that's K's favorite.
The kids ate some donuts and shopped at a tag sale for miscellaneous balls, and those glass/ ceramic bells you get at different travel spots..
They were really into those!?
We took a little hike and headed on home.
Guess what we had for dinner.