Woman pays £1,800 for chicken leg
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Speaking of chickens. When I first read this I was thinking that these people are stupid but I guess if it's your money you can do whatever you want with it. Maybe it's a Welsh thing? http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wales/6960334.stm[^]
"I don't want more choice. I just want better things!" - Edina Monsoon
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Speaking of chickens. When I first read this I was thinking that these people are stupid but I guess if it's your money you can do whatever you want with it. Maybe it's a Welsh thing? http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wales/6960334.stm[^]
"I don't want more choice. I just want better things!" - Edina Monsoon
My dad had a goose that killed itself by trying to eat a bug off an electric cattle fence. It was tasty. :laugh:
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Speaking of chickens. When I first read this I was thinking that these people are stupid but I guess if it's your money you can do whatever you want with it. Maybe it's a Welsh thing? http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wales/6960334.stm[^]
"I don't want more choice. I just want better things!" - Edina Monsoon
no stupider than spending the same on your pet dog/cat/gerbil/goldfish/etc :rolleyes:
-- You have to explain to them [VB coders] what you mean by "typed". their first response is likely to be something like, "Of course my code is typed. Do you think i magically project it onto the screen with the power of my mind?" --- John Simmons / outlaw programmer
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Speaking of chickens. When I first read this I was thinking that these people are stupid but I guess if it's your money you can do whatever you want with it. Maybe it's a Welsh thing? http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wales/6960334.stm[^]
"I don't want more choice. I just want better things!" - Edina Monsoon
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John Cardinal wrote:
"I don't want more choice. I just want better things!"
Very true of restaurants. The less choice, the better the fod is.
Truth is the subjection of reality to an individuals perception
I will second that!
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Speaking of chickens. When I first read this I was thinking that these people are stupid but I guess if it's your money you can do whatever you want with it. Maybe it's a Welsh thing? http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wales/6960334.stm[^]
"I don't want more choice. I just want better things!" - Edina Monsoon
... now where's that three-legged pig joke... ?
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Speaking of chickens. When I first read this I was thinking that these people are stupid but I guess if it's your money you can do whatever you want with it. Maybe it's a Welsh thing? http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wales/6960334.stm[^]
"I don't want more choice. I just want better things!" - Edina Monsoon
well, I don't have a pet chicken, and not sure I would get that attached to a chicken (they never liked me)... But I can say that my family paid $5000.00US to save a cat's legs (at least we saved two... though I guess since a cat has 4, we're breaking even there). Why is a longer story, and will tell it the way the vet got it. We took "Tiny" to the vet with an arrow through her front legs about elbow to wrist level (as in that is how much leg had been torn open). The vet said, "this would cost too much to fix, she's lucky to be alive, but she would be better off if you put her down." We understood the reasoning, but then we told the story. We couldn't because of the will to survive the cat hat. Tiny was shot somewhere in the field behind my grandparents house in albq, no one saw it, no one saw who, but the trail of blood was easy to follow (sorry kid sisters, but at least it has a happy ending). Tiny was 4 years old and a "jumper" she was fast enough to catch a bird in mid-flight over her head. From a sitting position on the ground, in almost invisible crouch, she could jump 6.5 feet straight up. In this case jumping saved her life, but only barely. She probably got only a second notice that the neighbor was going to shoot her, she jumped and the arrow went through her legs not her body. A 3 foot, aluminum, razor tipped and barbed hunting arrow. It lodged feather deap in one leg and pierced the other. How long she lay there was unknown, and unknown if she was playing dead to satisfy the neighbor, but the pool of blood was obvious. Still she managed to get up with an arrow through her front legs and "waddle" back to the house. What used to be easy for her, was now a nightmare, a six foot wooden fence she scaled slowly by climbing a nearby tree (still with an arrow through her) and managed to navigate the branches, and jump back in the yard... waited there another time and then had to navigate two shorter fences for flowers before reaching a pet door that was not designed for an arrow. Still she managed to navigate the arrow through a small pet door along with herself to lie and wait for us to wake up... Yes, she did this at night. No, we couldn't put an animal down like that, she could have given up several times, this was the least we could do. The vet nodded and rebuilt her front legs. Tiny lived to be 20.5 years, which is very long for a cat. I wish I could say she saved our lives or something incredible like that, though she did tell my grandmother when one of the other cats knocked over a candle (and ther
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well, I don't have a pet chicken, and not sure I would get that attached to a chicken (they never liked me)... But I can say that my family paid $5000.00US to save a cat's legs (at least we saved two... though I guess since a cat has 4, we're breaking even there). Why is a longer story, and will tell it the way the vet got it. We took "Tiny" to the vet with an arrow through her front legs about elbow to wrist level (as in that is how much leg had been torn open). The vet said, "this would cost too much to fix, she's lucky to be alive, but she would be better off if you put her down." We understood the reasoning, but then we told the story. We couldn't because of the will to survive the cat hat. Tiny was shot somewhere in the field behind my grandparents house in albq, no one saw it, no one saw who, but the trail of blood was easy to follow (sorry kid sisters, but at least it has a happy ending). Tiny was 4 years old and a "jumper" she was fast enough to catch a bird in mid-flight over her head. From a sitting position on the ground, in almost invisible crouch, she could jump 6.5 feet straight up. In this case jumping saved her life, but only barely. She probably got only a second notice that the neighbor was going to shoot her, she jumped and the arrow went through her legs not her body. A 3 foot, aluminum, razor tipped and barbed hunting arrow. It lodged feather deap in one leg and pierced the other. How long she lay there was unknown, and unknown if she was playing dead to satisfy the neighbor, but the pool of blood was obvious. Still she managed to get up with an arrow through her front legs and "waddle" back to the house. What used to be easy for her, was now a nightmare, a six foot wooden fence she scaled slowly by climbing a nearby tree (still with an arrow through her) and managed to navigate the branches, and jump back in the yard... waited there another time and then had to navigate two shorter fences for flowers before reaching a pet door that was not designed for an arrow. Still she managed to navigate the arrow through a small pet door along with herself to lie and wait for us to wake up... Yes, she did this at night. No, we couldn't put an animal down like that, she could have given up several times, this was the least we could do. The vet nodded and rebuilt her front legs. Tiny lived to be 20.5 years, which is very long for a cat. I wish I could say she saved our lives or something incredible like that, though she did tell my grandmother when one of the other cats knocked over a candle (and ther
I grew up on a very small farm, I draw the line at chickens. That cat sounds amazing though. I had a siamese cat from high school days right up until a few years ago. Some subhuman shot him in the forehead with a pellet gun when we lived up north. I was very attached to that cat, he had been with me from my teenage years and I took him with me everywhere I lived, he had travelled all over the country and done more than most cats ever could. The shot didn't kill him, his eyes were all bloody and puffy and I had to put cream in them right on the eye every day for a month (no easy feat with a cat). However within 6 months he died of kidney failure. After a full life and lot's of energy the recuperation from the shot seemed to just drain the life out of him and he got worse and worse even as his head wound healed properly. He was an old cat and his time was likely up anyway but it's hard not to connect the two incidents together. To this day if I ever found out the person that did that I would have a nice long talking to with them. I see little difference between people who harm animals for fun or as their first choice instead of talking to the owner if they have some kind of problem with that animal and the sort of people who would do the exact same thing to human beings. It fits well within my personal definition of what is "evil". How there can still be people with so little empathy in the world after all the long history of the human race and the quite clear benefits of getting along in society and having at least some empathy for others is a mystery to me but if there was a dna test for it I would have no problem if those genetic lines just stopped reproducing and disappeared off the face of the planet.
"I don't want more choice. I just want better things!" - Edina Monsoon
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well, I don't have a pet chicken, and not sure I would get that attached to a chicken (they never liked me)... But I can say that my family paid $5000.00US to save a cat's legs (at least we saved two... though I guess since a cat has 4, we're breaking even there). Why is a longer story, and will tell it the way the vet got it. We took "Tiny" to the vet with an arrow through her front legs about elbow to wrist level (as in that is how much leg had been torn open). The vet said, "this would cost too much to fix, she's lucky to be alive, but she would be better off if you put her down." We understood the reasoning, but then we told the story. We couldn't because of the will to survive the cat hat. Tiny was shot somewhere in the field behind my grandparents house in albq, no one saw it, no one saw who, but the trail of blood was easy to follow (sorry kid sisters, but at least it has a happy ending). Tiny was 4 years old and a "jumper" she was fast enough to catch a bird in mid-flight over her head. From a sitting position on the ground, in almost invisible crouch, she could jump 6.5 feet straight up. In this case jumping saved her life, but only barely. She probably got only a second notice that the neighbor was going to shoot her, she jumped and the arrow went through her legs not her body. A 3 foot, aluminum, razor tipped and barbed hunting arrow. It lodged feather deap in one leg and pierced the other. How long she lay there was unknown, and unknown if she was playing dead to satisfy the neighbor, but the pool of blood was obvious. Still she managed to get up with an arrow through her front legs and "waddle" back to the house. What used to be easy for her, was now a nightmare, a six foot wooden fence she scaled slowly by climbing a nearby tree (still with an arrow through her) and managed to navigate the branches, and jump back in the yard... waited there another time and then had to navigate two shorter fences for flowers before reaching a pet door that was not designed for an arrow. Still she managed to navigate the arrow through a small pet door along with herself to lie and wait for us to wake up... Yes, she did this at night. No, we couldn't put an animal down like that, she could have given up several times, this was the least we could do. The vet nodded and rebuilt her front legs. Tiny lived to be 20.5 years, which is very long for a cat. I wish I could say she saved our lives or something incredible like that, though she did tell my grandmother when one of the other cats knocked over a candle (and ther
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I grew up on a very small farm, I draw the line at chickens. That cat sounds amazing though. I had a siamese cat from high school days right up until a few years ago. Some subhuman shot him in the forehead with a pellet gun when we lived up north. I was very attached to that cat, he had been with me from my teenage years and I took him with me everywhere I lived, he had travelled all over the country and done more than most cats ever could. The shot didn't kill him, his eyes were all bloody and puffy and I had to put cream in them right on the eye every day for a month (no easy feat with a cat). However within 6 months he died of kidney failure. After a full life and lot's of energy the recuperation from the shot seemed to just drain the life out of him and he got worse and worse even as his head wound healed properly. He was an old cat and his time was likely up anyway but it's hard not to connect the two incidents together. To this day if I ever found out the person that did that I would have a nice long talking to with them. I see little difference between people who harm animals for fun or as their first choice instead of talking to the owner if they have some kind of problem with that animal and the sort of people who would do the exact same thing to human beings. It fits well within my personal definition of what is "evil". How there can still be people with so little empathy in the world after all the long history of the human race and the quite clear benefits of getting along in society and having at least some empathy for others is a mystery to me but if there was a dna test for it I would have no problem if those genetic lines just stopped reproducing and disappeared off the face of the planet.
"I don't want more choice. I just want better things!" - Edina Monsoon
John Cardinal wrote:
To this day if I ever found out the person that did that I would have a nice long talking to with them.
I wish we could have. We knew who, at least as sure as anyone could. Our neighbor to the west had a hatred of animals, he had been shooting at Tiny with a slingshot, but never good enough to get even close. Tiny was fast, and I do mean fast. Tiny really would sit out in the middle of our small pateo/basketball-court and wait, just wait. Birds would fly down trying to scare away the predator (the cat) not realizing her talent. Tiny would wait, and you had to watch extremely closely to even notice the difference in bunching muscles from a "resting" sittting position to a "crouched" sitting position. And then launch her self up 6+ feet (over my head) and catch the bird in mid-flight before it has time to react. Anyhow, we knew it was our neighbors, but can't prove it. So we did the only thing we knew to do, we asked :rolleyes: I deliberately asked the teenager who had been potshotting at Tiny with his sling shot, he of course said he knew nothing about it, and never saw the arrow before. Then I waited another day for the teen to be off somewhere, and I went to talk to the parents. No, not ask them to stop their child, that was useless, we tried that with the slingshot and it was useless, they probably encouraged it. Years later they got in trouble for torturing a dog, the whole family. Anyhow, I took the arrow over and said I found it just over our fence, and I knew it was not ours, so I figured he was a bow hunter and this must be his, and complimented him on the "heft" of the arrow. He very happily told me about his bow, the arrows he used, etc. Only that wasn't his arrow, it was his son, nothing for the best for his son too. :mad:
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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John Cardinal wrote:
To this day if I ever found out the person that did that I would have a nice long talking to with them.
I wish we could have. We knew who, at least as sure as anyone could. Our neighbor to the west had a hatred of animals, he had been shooting at Tiny with a slingshot, but never good enough to get even close. Tiny was fast, and I do mean fast. Tiny really would sit out in the middle of our small pateo/basketball-court and wait, just wait. Birds would fly down trying to scare away the predator (the cat) not realizing her talent. Tiny would wait, and you had to watch extremely closely to even notice the difference in bunching muscles from a "resting" sittting position to a "crouched" sitting position. And then launch her self up 6+ feet (over my head) and catch the bird in mid-flight before it has time to react. Anyhow, we knew it was our neighbors, but can't prove it. So we did the only thing we knew to do, we asked :rolleyes: I deliberately asked the teenager who had been potshotting at Tiny with his sling shot, he of course said he knew nothing about it, and never saw the arrow before. Then I waited another day for the teen to be off somewhere, and I went to talk to the parents. No, not ask them to stop their child, that was useless, we tried that with the slingshot and it was useless, they probably encouraged it. Years later they got in trouble for torturing a dog, the whole family. Anyhow, I took the arrow over and said I found it just over our fence, and I knew it was not ours, so I figured he was a bow hunter and this must be his, and complimented him on the "heft" of the arrow. He very happily told me about his bow, the arrows he used, etc. Only that wasn't his arrow, it was his son, nothing for the best for his son too. :mad:
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
I've heard that most serial killers have in common the fact that as children they tortured animals as a child. Yeah I know it's likely the parents that are to blame going back generations but it has to stop somewhere. Children who torture animals should be neutered.
"I don't want more choice. I just want better things!" - Edina Monsoon
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I've heard that most serial killers have in common the fact that as children they tortured animals as a child. Yeah I know it's likely the parents that are to blame going back generations but it has to stop somewhere. Children who torture animals should be neutered.
"I don't want more choice. I just want better things!" - Edina Monsoon
John Cardinal wrote:
I've heard that most serial killers have in common the fact that as children they tortured animals as a child. Yeah I know it's likely the parents that are to blame going back generations but it has to stop somewhere. Children who torture animals should be neutered.
I don't recall why, but if I recall, he ended up in prison a few years ago. I don't keep up with everything my Grandmother does/knows, so she forgot until something reminded her, but she could also be remembering wrong these days. Still, I wouldn't bet against it.
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)