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Brainstorming, thinking, thunking call it what you will, Iv’e done some about my Hens.

Surely no one can be self sufficient without them for eggs, but the taste of chicken, especially organic wow!! But I am worried. I’m not your casual murder type, don’t get me wrong, you strangle it I’ll eat it. New born lambs gamboling around in a field make me drool in a  sinful sort of carnivorous way, mmmmmint sauce. But I would never stop the car when out with Gran in the country and run across the field and nip one on the back of the neck. Chickens for the table however, on a small holding it’s pretty much like that. There she is bless her ‘Doreen’ the hen you raised from a chick nibbling blissfully on a cob….AND yank!!! out by the neck and throttled. How could I live with my shame the other hens might see me. Of course hunger will do strange things to a carnivore, so you quickly figure don’t cut of the yummy meat supply but find a way of dealing with this problem. Broken down it is a problem of identity, and personal guilt and the answer is obvious. Some kind of disguise is in order. I’m torn between Blade or Darth Vader.

Suddenly a whole realm of possibilities opens up for me, Its not me it’s Lord Vader. “You’ve hidden your eggs from me for the last time Doreen, now you must pay”.Unfortunately your now providing chicken sandwiches for two. And it wont be long before I’m slashing at the hens with a knife from behind a shower curtain.darthnchook.gif

 I think this is my destiny, and I’ll tell you why. I was once walking towards a small village called  Hebden Bridge in West Yorkshire it was one of those countrified roads tree lined, lots of cars but  rarely pedestrians as there is no housing or shops nearby . A section of the road  is reasonably straight and you can see for perhaps a quarter of a mile. Normally all you can see is cars but on this particular day I could see a guy wearing a sandwhich-board thingy coming towards me. Within a hundred yards I could see it was a religious hell and damnation notice,’ make way the coming of the Lord’ type declaration. So there we are walking toward each other two human beings in the space between villages. I can’t ignore him he is taking up two thirds of the path. “Good morning” I said in a cheery non threatening way just as he drew level with me, “F*** OFF came his reply. You see he knew, he could see into my black heart, he could sense the deaths of Doreen that guy who looks at me funny and that damned postman who throws post through the half open door in the summer and makes me grovel around on the floor picking them up. SHHH  FURRRRRRR, SHHH FURRRRRR, SHHH FURRRRRR anyone fancy a boiled egg?


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