Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Thanksgiving Eve

Yes, I'm still here.  Always busy but never feel quite productive enough at the end of the day.  I so easily assume I'm going to have another day to complete my to-do list.  I am thankful the Lord gives me each day and pray that, given the opportunity, I can reach at least one lost soul out there.  I wonder if the Pilgrims put so much preparation into their Thanksgiving feast.  I did manage to make it to the grocery store and get all the fixin's.  I was shocked when I checked out and saw that the Big Bird rang up at only $3.20 instead of the marked $12.50.  While I'm thankful for the low cost on my part, I feel pretty bad for the poor farmer that had to raise and feed that sucker all these months for everyone to get their little share of that $3.20.  I wonder how much the turkey farmer actually got!  Why is it that a huge turkey can cost less than a piddlin' little chicken?  I can see that I'm going to be ordering my own meat chickens in the spring.  When we can, we order pure free-range chickens from a nearby farm and I can't begin to tell you how much better they taste.  She has even offered to put my chickens through their plucker and process them when I get them.  Now, what's stopping me?!
Last night I played Chicken Wrangler.  My son is coming in for the holiday and bringing his bird dog (he has no one to watch him).  Last time he was here, the dog killed my new Buff Orphington rooster.  That rooster had just started learning to crow.  It made me sick but the rooster had "flown the coop" so I can't much blame a bird dog for killing a bird.  Anyway, last night I went out and clipped wings so, hopefully, I won't lose another chicken this visit.  I hated doing it but that's the way it is.
With any luck, I will see all these fuzzy-butted girls at the end of this week. I pray that everyone has a safe and wonderful Thanksgiving. 
Vio con Dios,
The Preacher's Wife

1 comment:

  1. hope you had a great thanksgiving... sorry to hear about your rooster. glad you clipped the wings on the rest. yeah, can't blame the dog for doing what he is. i'm sorry, though.