My grandparents owned a chicken ranch. I spent many a Sunday doing chores and observing life. My Grandfather would chop off the top part of the body, and my Grandmother had to pluck the feathers and clean it out. Neither job was appealing, but they sure tasted good! Mmmm roasted chicken.
There’s a happy face on the fence. He likes chicken dinner, too.
My grandparents owned a chicken ranch. I spent many a Sunday doing chores and observing life. My Grandfather would chop off the top part of the body, and my Grandmother had to pluck the feathers and clean it out. Neither job was appealing, but they sure tasted good! Mmmm roasted chicken.
There’s a happy face on the fence. He likes chicken dinner, too.