We sure got some crazy ‘Merkins about these days. Eric is discussing a few who want to put an end to egg eating because you know – an egg is a chicken – or something. Which reminded me of a little adventure I had when I was four or five.
My dad once owned a chicken. Bought special for the occasion. So he only owned it for a few days. Then one fine morning in Charlottesville, VA, at the foot of Monticello where we lived he axe murdered the chicken on an old stump. The chicken then began running around the yard like a chicken with its head cut off. It didn’t last long.
Which gave me a valuable lesson in life which I have never forgotten:
“Try to keep your head on your shoulders. It generally works better that way.”
Seen it with my own eyes.
Cross Posted at Power and Control
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My mother and father grew up on farms and were familiar with the path from chicken to fried chicken. My father bought a duck from our neighbor for Christmas dinner. When he went to wring the duck’s neck, my mother informed him that since we lived in the city, this act would forever mark my brothers and me with the mark of the beast (or something equally dire).
Being a resourceful country boy, my father took the duck to the end of our dock and held its head under water until it drowned.
Yet another tale told in loving memory told at family reunions for the last 60 years.
Regards
JJ