I Lost the Battle

MX1825 wrote:

Netguy been trying to quote and reply but site won’t post.
My answer was:

1st and last!

Well, I’d give him one chance to learn.

Attack me once, shame on you.
Attack me twice, you’re dead!!

As a kid we raised about everything you’ve seen on a farm. Chickens were the only ones I hated. Give them the job of cleaning the roosts on a 95 degree day. The only question will be do you want them BBQed or baked. One of my favorite memories of my Grandma, was her walking down from doing chores. Cranking the neck of a roster that spurred her one too many times. She boiled that monkeybutt forever. Then fed it to the dog it was so tuff.

You lost the battle when you said “i do”. She just didn’t tell you until now.

My girls love their chickens. They feed them and collect their eggs everyday. Definitly cover it stupid coons climb fences. I built a removable tray under where they roost cause man they poop alot when they sleep.

Dutchboy wrote:

You lost the battle when you said “i do”. She just didn’t tell you until now.

Truer words have never been spoken Dutch!