This’ll be old news to those of you who’ve lived on farms; but it’s all new to those of us who haven’t.
So you call the chickens for their feeding time, and they all come running (I couldn’t possibly eat my chickens, if they came when I called), and the rooster crows–and along come the cats, eager to share in the chicken-feed. Suddenly we’re in the middle of a Freddy the Pig book.
My question is, what were they feeding the chickens, that the cats liked so much?
I don’t know what they were feeding those chickens, but I know that my cat perked up her ears when she heard that rooster crowing. I never lived on a farm, but I knew some farm kids when I was in Jr. High and spent a little bit of time there. Good memories.
And I agree, I’d never want to eat something that came when I called it. I’m an old softie.
My guess with regard to what the chickens are eating – sure looks like bread to me, and I’ve known many cats who like bread 🙂
And I agree with you both – I couldn’t eat something that came when I called it. In fact, I couldn’t eat anything that came looking for me whether I called it or not.
You’re just as soft-hearted as the rest of us, Linda. Great to hear from you.
Thanks, UnKnowable 🙂
If I’m not careful, I’m going to wind up not eating other people’s chickens, too.
Linda, I hope you’re feeling better! We’ve all been praying hard for you.
Thank you so very much, Lee – and everyone! I’m so blessed to have such a large family all praying for me.
We are all praying and rooting for you.
I’m so happy that God is answering our prayers for you! 🙂
Yes, prayers going up regularly on your behalf. I’m very glad to see you back.
As for the cats eating with chickens, we have chickens for the eggs, and there are several stray cats in the vicinity that will eat almost anything, including chicken feed.
This video is pretty amusing. 🐓😸
This is so strange to see chickens and cats together! I love the idea of having my own chickens, but I’d only be able to eat the eggs. I’d make a terrible farmer for the same reasons everyone else has said. Too much of a softie. My farm would end up being a petting zoo.
I would have exactly the same problem. “Well, it’s time to eat Georgie the pig, who puts his head in your lap when you whistle ‘I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy’…” Nah. No way that works for me.
My grandmother grew up on a farm and she said the hardest for her were the sheep, because after taking care of them as wooly little lambs, it was hard not to get attached.
Hard? Bloomin’ impossible!
Yeah, well she didn’t have much of a choice. 🙂 Old school Kentucky farmers can’t let sentimentality get in the way of feeding a family of 13.