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Eggspect Your Produce
 

When I was six-years-old, screaming like a banshee, the roosters clucked at my heels furiously.

 

The Grandma and Grandpap Yezek were farmers in Parfittown, PA. Inquistive, I was looking at the chicken coop, munching on grain, corn and vermin. The roosters were protecting the chickens.

 

Rural farmers, in the 1950’s or 1960’s tend to the chickens; four or ten young or old, fresh water, pellets, top-notch chicken wire for the foxes and hawks and plenty of sunshine on the backs, fresh, cool eggs and maybe a chicken coop.

 

Here’s a tip. It’s work.

 

It takes exertion and fortitude. Chickens take a lot of work, not for the mundane. It’s messy, labor-intensive, smelly, pests abound and what about the feces?

 

Defecation is funky. Birds don’t pee. No bladder. Everything is reproduced with a large plopping sound. Borrow your cat’s little scoop. Or a rake. The chicken coop nesting box is clean and be pleasant place to be.

 

As a side note, my Aunt Annie, barefooted, sporadic teeth and a housedress, lopped off their chicken-heads with an axe. A clean break, no fuss and the chick meanders for a while, disoriented I’m sure, for one-minute...and the chicken dropped dead. Chicken dinner Sunday, with mashed potatoes to boot. Well, I digress.

 

The beautiful birds with bright colors and hues live to 15 years or so. Conversely, full of hormones, antibiotics and stuff, is short-lived. The chicken has a dismal life. Six-months old, pellets, water and the kill room; never once breathing the air or rain.

 

Before you consider this; get your yourself a chicken coop. The coop is their roost; they interact, lay eggs and even go to the bathroom. Get familiar with the coop.

 

Fresh feed is important. Fresh water, clean water, please. Clean, clean, clean your mess.

 

I was a journalist, free-lance, for the Trib in Greensburg, Penna. Memoirs of a family farmer, about 15 years ago ”Time Waits for No One” by Clair L. Frye noted how much has changed. I interviewed him. He recalled the pick-up full of eggs on Route 31. He parked the truck, tended to the chores and 24 hours later and eggs were gone. Full of change and bills, he stuffed his jeans. Townfolks, farmers and passers-by knew Clair and the truck. One dozen eggs, $.15 cents. People trusted.

 

So, eggspect your produce. Buy some eggs and be done with it.

 

 

 


Submitted: January 17, 2023

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HOUDINI

Ah the good old days when the chickens ate feed and bugs instead of radioactive waste products...LOL. I notice there are lots of chickens popping up on Craigslist. At 5 $ a dozen for eggs I think their may be a sudden interest in raising chickens! Good Story!

Tue, January 17th, 2023 6:37pm

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Thank you so much!

Tue, January 17th, 2023 10:46am

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