2803 Troy Road, Springfield Ohio
Protector of our "freedoms"?
The previous owner of this particular Rooster was a kid girl that raised him as a "domesticated pet"
She named the Rooster, "Jack"
For whatever reason, Jack is mine now.
Jack, the Rooster, is the first rooster that has not attacked me.
*Note to self: UPDATE THIS!
As a matter of additional fact, although Jack appears aggressive like other roosters, he's really just wanting to be picked up and petted.
Other Roosters would probably find this degrading to the Rooster's natural machismo instinct, but not Jack.
At first there were some doubts about Jack. I wondered if Jack might be neutered or worse.
He does seem to have a bit of trouble staying on though (Jack is smaller than the Hens)
If I feed a handful of rice to Jack, he is extremely considerate not to peck or nip my hand. His accuracy is impeccable.
In contrast, the Hens will peck the hand very hard and greedily and may not give a flip of the pain of the beak pulling the skin from the hand that feeds the beastly creatures.
Jack just so happens to also be the smallest rooster I've ever had.
Even Jack's crow is not offensive, unlike other Roosters.
However, Jack the Rooster was almost soup when, for a few days, he began crowing incessantly.
For the most part, I ignored Jack's sudden need to vocalize
over and over and over...
Little did I know, one of Jack's hens was later found dead under the bus that we keep out back.
Jack had been crying for days to let somebody know his girl is dead under the bus.
Needless to say though, Jack was almost terminated.
I call the little Rooster "Lucky Jack" now.
Yes, we're talking about you, and pick up that Wing right this minute!
It's really hard to take Lucky Jack seriously as a Rooster though.
Despite those really long threatening-looking spikes that he sports around on his kicks, comical Jack abandons even the hens, leaving the hens to follow me instead (his little legs have to run to keep up).
The thing about butchering your own hens and roosters is that it's kind of heart-breaking; they each have their own personalities, which makes them more like pets.
But for food,
pertaining to roosters, you have to eat them when they're young or else the meat is terrible, no matter how you cook it.
Yeah, Jack's Lucky alright.
In the past, I've tried roasting roosters, boiling roosters, pan-frying roosters, baking roosters, and can say this:
If they are over teenage (in bird age), the meat is only good for other animals and pets to eat.
Enough of Jack though. Let's talk about the other Chikins.
Hens eat, sleep, and lay eggs.
It's hard to talk about the Chickens without throwing a sentence or two about the Rooster. When food is thrown in to the yard, the Rooster picks up the food, makes a funny noise that the Chickens recognize (and come running), Jack then throws the food down for them to eat. Sometimes the Chickens don't wait for him to throw the food down and take it right out of his beak.
If people arrive, he puts himself in between the hens and whatever happens to come close. All in all, it appears that a Rooster's job is never done. All sorts of creatures like to eat chicken (even other birds, snakes, possums, raccoons, and infinitum and nauseaum).
There's really nothing more to say about the hens.
Here is a photo of a product from one of the prankster hens.
"Crumble" is a food sold in the capitalist stores and is intended for various livestock and birds, including and primarily for chickens.
One day my friend in another state called to inquire what's in a crumble, and I stated that I did not know but that my chickens don't seem too fond of the stuff.
She went on to tell me that she could not figure out why the flies were flocking to the residue of the chicken crumble left in the dirt.
My friend stated that there were more flies on the crumble than the dog cra$.
*shamefully I have to censor words on my own website or else the Internet Mafia will ostracize my website for using words. Words! And not just words, No Kidding. Recently I learned (the hard way) that even the word Ana# is censored. Holy Cra$ that's like my whole Flipping website!
And then off she went to find out what are the ingredients of a crumble. My friend from another state is the type that will find out (*and then depress you with the findings later).
She called back to tell me the name of a form of Arsenic called Roxarsone that is one of the ingredients in a crumble, and that she is not going to buy the stuff anymore.
I found it incredible that the capitalists would be putting arsenic in the food, so I went to ruralking.com to ask the question about what are the ingredients of crumble for myself, but my question was denied.
Since I had long-since stopped buying crumble and replaced it with cracked corn, I decided to find out what's in Cracked Corn, and hoped that I would receive an answer that would be obvious (i.e. corn).
Surprisingly someone had already asked the question years ago, and that there was only one answer, I'll copy it here (despite the ridiculous, scandalous "laws" of copyright "protections"....protections for whom?):
Q: Is it GMO?
Answer: The suppliers that the manufacturers use may use pesticides on their corn so there is no guarantee. They use prop-ionic acid to prevent mold. This is FDA approved.
The answer was clearly not exactly an answer, it was a side-stepped answer (such as, don't look at our nakedness, look at the nakedness of the Chinese, the Iranians, then look at Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, look at the invading Cubans, etc. etc.).
So I posted a more direct question which you will not find on ruralking.com because after posting the question, that too was completely "moderated" (*friendly word for censored, out of sight, out of mind):
Here was my question:
Roxarsone is an arsenic, which is now being found in our eggs from the supermarket...also traces of the arsenic is being attributed to our kidneys failing, is this related to Kailynn's mention of prop-ionic on this site 2 years ago?
Naturally the capitalists would not like my question to raise consciousness in the minds of the "consumers", so I'm not likely to ever hear back from them.
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