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Raping & Pillaging, oh my!!! Chicken sex...

chubbyalaskagriz

chubbyalaskagriz

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Has anyone ever raised chickens?

Cathy, you've talked about raising chickens before, haven't you?

I just went to Wal-Mart on my lunch break from work and picked up the October issue of Saveur magazine.

On page 65 there's a cute 2-page piece on the total joy of one woman's experience of raising chickens. Damn- it sounds like tending these filthy animals changed her damned life forever- HA!

Read this quick paragraph describing what took place when a neighbor noticed weird bird behavior and advised that her 10 laying hens were needin' to get laid! (warning- NOT for the faint of heart!).

"We took them in cages, and set them free and within a matter of minutes the two mellow brothers had gang-raped all ten of our hens. For those who have never watched chicken sex, it's not a pretty sight. Rooster love is nasty, brutish and short- and often involves the rooster standing on the chicken's head." :eek:
 
Hi Kev,

Pure rubbish and BS!!! I have never had a rooster stand on one of my hens heads.... now the person who wrote that may have been stoned!!!LOL

Love my Hens & Rooster!
 
My Mom always had chickens. She let them out to roam loose during the day. She swore they helped keep snakes out of her yard lol. I have seen roosters go at hens by standing on their heads like described.

One night we heard a her chickens going nuts in their pen. WELL I go out there to see what was up and there was a possum penned in between the chicken wire and the wall of the chicken house. My dad tells me to go get his 20 gauge shotgun and shoot the possum.
WELL..there were empty propane gas tanks behind the chicken pen off to the side behind where the possum was stuck. He could move but only a little at a time. So..I go get the shotgun and here I am trying to use a flashlight..not shoot the gas tanks and make sure to angle to shot downwards lol. Did I mention I couldnt stand up all the way inside the pen.
SO I get my first shot off and I missed. Blew nice big hole in Moms pen though lol.
I looked at Dad and told him what I had done and he insists I try again. I shoot and just missed the possum again lol. Another nice big hole lol. Dad ..who is on the ground laughing by this time insists I try again. By this time the possum had turned to leave and I shot him right in the rear lol.
Needless to say the next possum had a nice big pickup window or two for when he wanted chicken :eek: Dad asks where were Moms chickens while I was shooting and I said if they had any brains they were in front of that possum. It was the safest place to be with the way I shoot. My shoulder was so sore I could hardly lift it for a week from that shotgun lol.
 
lol...Kev.....chickens mating can get brutish....but mine have not. I have 17 hens and one roo...love my chicks !

I would have loved to see you doing that janie !
 
Janie That Had To Have Been Hilarious!!!

You Know We Have A Security (motion Detector) Light For Our Chickens Safety, It Clickes And Makes Noise As It Turns On And Blinks A Few Times Before It Stays On Constant.

One Night We're Out On The Deck With Company, And One Of Our Guests Says, "the Lights Clicking On And Off Out There By Your Hen House" Well We All Go To Looking And There Running Away From The Light And Noise Is A Big Fat Possum!!! I Am Surprised Eddie Didn't Get His Gun Out And Shoot It Right Then & There! This Man Loves His Hens! He Would Have A Fit And Go Hunting If Something Were To Attack Them! Lol
 
Ha, I sorta see where you're coming from, Mapiva!

I don't see guns as a right or left thing at all- not on any level... (and although I'm a guy w/ many right leanings, I also have many left ones...)

During my 13 years in remote and wild Alaska? If one didn't keep a gun they'd be stupidly asking for trouble (and would deserve whatever they got!)

Today, being back home in central Illinois and living in a small college town (though "large" by rural midwestern standards) I have no need for a gun at all for anything- so of course don't have one.

But, I grew up just 30 minutes from here in a tiny (1000 people) farm town where we had guns for hunting and to protect livestock from wolves and coyotes- so then and there again- guns were absolutely a necessity, and I'm sure folks there living that lifestyle still have/need them today.

In today's world of thuggery and school shootings and other terrible tragedies many connect ownership of guns to a whacky Waco, Texas/NRA-extremist type of clan- but the truth is, for many folks in many areas guns are as necessary a part of the lifestyle as having a powerful 4-wheel drive truck to make it up hills and mountain-roads, or having a tractor when one has a 5-acre yard to mow.

The need to own a gun might seem remote and foreign to big city dwellers- but folks in rural areas cannot conceive of not owning a car, or not having ground with grass- or with riding on a bus or subway everyday, either.

Contemporary Obama (cool as he is!) can remark in a distantly unfamiliar way all he wants on how certain folks in certain places "cling to their guns", but he would do well to recall as he gets all "Lincolnesque" announcing his candidacy from the steps of Abe's old Illinois State Capital that Mr. Lincoln himself practically carried a rifle up under his big ole stove-pipe hat!

So, I guess it's all relative, my wonderful lefty sister! winks- kevin
 
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Mapiva,

I hate guns, period. On the other hand my fiance (A New York Puerto Rican from the Bronx) loves guns, and is even thinking about doing a Gun Smithing program , to learn the trade.

For the life of my I don't get the whole gun thing. I understand hunting, and fishing and all that, but to own a gun for protection seems a little like the Wild Wild West and that seems kind of ancient and foreign to me.

:DOn the other hand non-lethal weapons like Pepper Spray, and electric shock guns seem OK and are what I'd prefer over a gun 100 to 1, but I do believe it is a personal preference. And as Kev so aptly pointed out not everyone who owns, carries or loves guns is some kind of a psycho, it's just different strokes for different folks, and that is why I can accept guns in my home PERIOD!
 
True...not everyone that has a gun is psyco. But what all the folks that are touting gun control need to remember ...the psyco's that are out there shooting people on a whim or to settle a score are not going to turn their guns over because someone wants them to.
Yes...I have guns and I know how to use them.I was taught very young how to use a gun but always to respect them too.And respect for human life.I live in a very rural area...7 miles from nearest town. On a gravel road with nothing but woods around me. We have all kind of varmits roaming these woods.It would be foolish not to own a weapon for protection here.Yes...there has been an occasion when I had to use a gun for my own protection. Once when I was thirteen...I was home alone and someone broke into our house. I thank God I had that shotgun ...the guy had a knife but when I pointed that shotgun at him he lost his nerve...no telling how different that night would have been otherwise.
 
We lived in the country and we had that shotgun.
Right after we got married Jon got me a 38 automatic. The 38 has come in handy on a couple of occasions. One example was a few years ago they rented an apartment here to a single woman. A few weeks after she moved in she moved a guy in with her. It was a very abusive relationship. The police was at their apartment alot. I mean like every few days. They took one of the guys friends out of the apartment one night from a drug overdose. The landlords were trying to get them evicted but it takes time to go through channels.

One night my little 87 year old neighbor whose apartment was next to theirs calls me at midnight saying someone was banging on her door and when ever she looked out her peep hole all she saw was a figure with its head down wearing a cap with a hood from a sweatshirt pulled up. She was scared to death. I told her to give me a minute and Id be right there to check. I got my coat and tucked my 38 into my pocket and as soon as that little twerp heard my door open he took down his hood and turned the cap around backwards and was all friendly. He goes hey whats up.. I go are you knocking on Ms Opal's door and he at first told me no then he said well yeah. He looked high. I said she just called me and she is about to call the cops. He mutters he wanted to borrow an "onion". I had warned her before not to open the door for them because they did drugs. Til this day I still think he was going to do bad things to her if he had gotten in there. He looked at me and smirked and says your awful brave to come look for her and I said listen you little creep..I have 38 good reasons in my pocket for why you do not scare me at all. He beat that girl he lived with and was a bully and at heart bullies are cowards. My Dad beat my Mom til I was big enough to get between them and stop it. I knew his type.
Landlord finally got them out. The day before the sheriff was supposed to set them out they moved finally. They destroyed the apartment and even busted the windows. Landlord had to replace everything from the fridge to the toilet and the bathtub. That guy didnt have enough guts to try anything on me while he was here but about a week after they left my two front tires got cut. Im sure it was him even though I couldnt prove it. That was the first and only time in 10 years my car had ever been vandalized. we heard a few months later and read in the paper that guy was in jail. He and a friend had broken into an outdoor shop here in town and stole a bunch of guns and stuff. He is in prison now.
We have a pretty good bunch up here now. It is only 6 apartments over a couple of businesses. One older lady who works at a bank here in town. A cop, carpenter, retired man and a young couple who are college kids. They had some drama a few months ago. Some woman had moved out and let someone take over her apartment and no one was paying the rent lol.
I feel much better having the 38. The businesses downstairs have been broken into before. I have a lot of respect for guns. My two brothers were not careful with a gun which is why Dad always had me hanging onto the guns in the home. I had that whole nightmare with that guy stalking me and people knew Mom and I and my little sister lived alone and Dad and my brother stayed next door. The man who was stalking me lived across the street from us. After Dad died and my brother left it was just me to take care of my Mom and sister for several years.
 
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Cook Chatty Cathy said:
Janie That Had To Have Been Hilarious!!!

You Know We Have A Security (motion Detector) Light For Our Chickens Safety, It Clickes And Makes Noise As It Turns On And Blinks A Few Times Before It Stays On Constant.

One Night We're Out On The Deck With Company, And One Of Our Guests Says, "the Lights Clicking On And Off Out There By Your Hen House" Well We All Go To Looking And There Running Away From The Light And Noise Is A Big Fat Possum!!! I Am Surprised Eddie Didn't Get His Gun Out And Shoot It Right Then & There! This Man Loves His Hens! He Would Have A Fit And Go Hunting If Something Were To Attack Them! Lol
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You had to picture this short, fat bald man laughing his butt off while encouraging me along :eek: I was being careful to make sure the shot didnt travel..was aimed downwards. Had to make sure and stay clear of the gas tanks lol. Mom used language to make a sailor blush when she saw those holes lol. I got up the next morning and couldnt move my arm. My shoulder was black from the bruise lol.
 
Hey, I've got an associated question to this thread.

The phrase often used to describe pirate activities was "rape, pillage, and rapine."

Does anybody know, whatinhe-l is rapine?
 
I don't know quite for sure what all "rapine" entails, Brook- but I got a feelin' its shadow ain't swept across my door for a spell! Hee-Hee! winks- k.
 
Thing is, Kevin, Rapining sounds like it might be fun. But I'd sure like to know for sure before engaging. :D
 
Yeah, Brook- you're right. I'd proll'y volunteer, but I think beforehand I'd at least want someone to show me a diagram, or give me jus a quick walk-thru or sumthin'! Hee-Hee!
 
from answer.com---Forcible seizure of another's property; plunder.

[Middle English, from Old French, from Latin rapīna, from rapere, to seize.]

and
the act of despoiling a country in warfare

... is a Kind of: rape, rapine
is a kind of:

plundering, pillage, pillaging — the act of stealing valuable things from a place


So down Boys, not good for a new hobby--
Nan
 
I have owned guns all my life. I was taught how to shoot when I was about 7 or 8. It is rare I ever need to use one. Most of the time, I use a pellet rifle to take crows out of the garden who did not get the hint when I would peg them with the old bb gun (bb gun wont kill them, but give them something to remember, pellet gun makes them forget everything). Or the occasional squirrel who just won't take no for an answer when it comes to living in my attic.

My pistol is for home defense, the only time I carry it, is if I have to go somewhere with something very valuable which is not very often.

Most people who carry guns are not psychotic gun nuts. We are just not scared or uncomfortable around them. In fact, I would be a bit more fearful of pepper spray than a .357. I have seen more spray cans blow up by themselves than guns fire all alone. I can't imagine what would happen if one of those things went off in the car while a person was driving it.
 
Everyone here tells great stories and gives perfect reasons to back-up gun ownership. I do understand Mapiva's reaction, but the truth is- if one's only first-hand knowledge of guns is big-city thuggery, school violence and urban trouble-making... well, that experience is as remote to folks from smaller areas, as needing a shotgun to fend-off wayward wolves and rabid skunks is to city-slickers. Afterall, no one would ever live in NYC without subway tokens and and take-out menus... no one at the seashore would live without a pail, a bucket and a dip-net... and no one from farm-country or in the wildlerness would ever live without some level of fire-power. Failing to do any of the above would be simply ridiculous.
 
Last friday night I was awaked at 3:30 in the morning to the sound of three gun shots. Three boys were shot by gang members on MY street! about 5 houses down from me! Holy cow! This is not a bad neighborhood the boys who were shot live one street over the ones who did the shooting followed them home. Now they are on the loose. The police don't have them yet so I may have a couple of murders running around in my neighborhood. Ask me right now if I think I need a gun.
 
Mapiva, very respectfully- you as a dweller in a huge city with terrible crime problems that just seem to always be a bit beyond properly controlling, have an understandable issue with weapons.

But not everyone lives in a huge urban area with such crime and social conflict.

I respect your ideas on this and even understand them- afterall, I am able to empathize and see well beyond my own personal experience. But my life experience in the locales where I have chosen to live is very different than yours. My particular thinking is very opposite, from yours. However, regardless of our opposie views, the real main difference is- I don't wish to have my choice on the matter dictate yours- or anyone else's. I can see how you might wish for gun control in your city- but in all of America?

I stand by my earlier claim that anyone who lives in many rural areas- especially Alaska- is foolishly wrong to do so without a gun. There's a world of difference between NYC and the remote bush where wildlife abounds- I certainly realize and respect that difference. And I love & celebrate both places. But one would be as goofy to walk the Alaskan willderness or camp at a lakeside cabin, without a gun- as they would be to jog thru Central Park at midnight, topless, wearing diamond rings and pearl necklaces. Ain't much a lipstick tube of pepper-spray can do when on a hiking trail and an 800 lb. grizzly decides its his walk-way and that YOU must yield to his right-away.

Sensible practicality is called for- no matter where one finds himself- city or country.
 
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