I hear you, but it was the introduction of precut chicken that made my mommy start frying chicken for me. She wouldn't cut it up, and you had to in the sixties.
My grandma would, and we also butchered chickens, everyone should witness "running around like a chicken with its head cut off," nothing like it, especially when you're a kid yikes.
My grandma would, and we also butchered chickens, everyone should witness "running around like a chicken with its head cut off," nothing like it, especially when you're a kid yikes.
Every year when I was a kid.
One year, I was about 5 or 6 and there was this mean as hell rooster that tried to attack me constantly all spring and summer. Butcher day came around and you’d see the same thing as always and I’d grab the dead chickens and take them up to be plucked.
But when they finally got to the mean rooster he stared straight at me the full time. He got lopped and when they let him go he took off after me. It was probably a coincidence but people saw it and still laugh but I took off running, zigzagging and turning different directions I ran for over a minute or so before he finally dropped a few feet behind me lmao.
That’s the only chicken I ever saw that ran that far and with precision he was on my ass the full way and wouldn’t stop until he just dropped.
>He got lopped and when they let him go he took off after me.
Oh my lol. Man that stuff will traumatize you.
Something close to that happened to me, rooster attack, scared me to death.
Yes, and we killed him dead and ate him.
lol, yeah some roosters are crazy.
Imagine running and zig zagging and then even trying to back track with a headless rooster squirting blood out of its neck chasing you.
It makes me laugh now but I have no idea how he was following me and lasted so long.
We ate him, no regrets lol.
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