I decided to go the scenic route to work today, and killed a poor pheasant which walked out from the hedgerow at precisely the wrong moment. I felt bad. So, since confession's good for the soul I'm now telling the world. (Don't think this means from now on I'll be telling you all my sins though). However, I don't feel so bad about the chicken whose death contributed to my chicken salad sandwich at lunchtime. What a hypocrite I am. Perhaps I'll become a vegetarian.
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Yes, but let's face it, chickens are not nearly as pretty as pheasants! Hope you took it home for game pie - waste not want not!
I have an English Springer spaniel who likes to catch birds - pheasants, chickens, ducks etc.
When I walk past farmyards and she steals a chicken, she scoffs the lot, including beak and feet. Not only do I feel sick, I run away in a guilty, mad dash. Should my dog be in borstal? Or should I?
fdh, just spat wine back into glass when I read that! Love the mental picture of your "guilty, mad dash"!
hf, indeed I didn't take it home. Although - well, I don't know why I'm saying "indeed".
One of the many random and varied jobs I've done in the past was turkey plucking at Christmas time on a local farm when I was a teenager, so I suppose I could have done the plucking and since my husband was a butcher before he was a minister I'm sure he could have taken it from there...
A million apologies to vegetarian readers, and anyone else who's just been sick.
Why did the chicken cross the road? Beats me, but pass the rye bread, lettuce and tomato please.....;-)
Thanks for visiting my blog Anne. Mind if I put you on my blog roll?
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You're welcome and course you can, I'd be honoured :)
Ha ha you just reminded me that I too killed a Pheasant but thats nothing new as I probably kill at least two a day! we live rural and they are always splattered on the road along with an array of road kill.
But what it made me think was and I jest not "do animals commit suicide"?
I am reminded of the time when one unfortunate pheasant flew out of the hedgerow into the blunt guillotine that was my motorcycles front wheel..... the resulting carnage was then deposited over the very, very hot engine & exhaust pipes......
For some reason, I did not attend the barbecue that had been planned for later that evening.....
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