My brother had a friend who grew up on a chicken ranch….
As a child, he was chased and terrorized by roosters… even the hens pecked at his fingers.He said it made him hate chickens.
He wouldn’t even eat chicken….but if any of the neighbors had qualms about killing one of their backyard flock for dinner… he was happy to go do it.
A little creepy…. but he didn’t think so…and he pointed out that he never liked killing anything else, not even spiders or ants.Just chickens. It’s like Bucky and weasels, or monkeys… except with Bucky, it’s all talk.
My brother had a friend who grew up on a chicken ranch….
As a child, he was chased and terrorized by roosters… even the hens pecked at his fingers.He said it made him hate chickens.
He wouldn’t even eat chicken….but if any of the neighbors had qualms about killing one of their backyard flock for dinner… he was happy to go do it.
A little creepy…. but he didn’t think so…and he pointed out that he never liked killing anything else, not even spiders or ants.Just chickens. It’s like Bucky and weasels, or monkeys… except with Bucky, it’s all talk.