The rule on the farm is:
I give my birds the choice to follow whatever option appeals. Happily for everyone involved, they invariably choose the "EGGS" option.

:)

I can just see this on a big poster on the inside of Glinda's chicken coop on the wall opposite all the... nests/brooding boxes? whatever. And they sit there, staring up at the wall, willing their guts to save their meat.

You're brutal Glinda.

heheheh

Aw, it ain't so bad being one of my birds. :rolleyes:

Just this morning I cooked rice for them, shredded some carrots, chopped up some cucumbers, lettuce, and watermelon, and smushed half a package of corn chex, and they had a feast. My "special" birds - the four that either can't/don't get along with the others or are in Chicken Rehab - also got some canned corn, shelled sunflower seeds, and dried mealworms.

Hell, when I die I want to come back as one of my chickens. :D

... ok....

Just remember... eggs or meat. Your choice.

HAA!!! :p: