It seems real meat the fake chemically made meat is failing. No one wants to eat it. The billionaires have positioned themselves stock wise and money investment wise quite heavily on this crap. Q. Do you think they are going to let it fail? Its already a choice on the menu at fast food restaurants. How long before they quietly slip it into your food without you knowing. The wealthy want a return on their expenses. The restaurants want to profit and keep costs down. Actual meat is getting expensive. The Realmeat substitute is going to be super cheep. So substituteing real meat for REAL MEAT is going to quietly happen. Same with rMNA gean therapy. They are going to add it to everything. Vitamin shots, vaccine s any drug they can add it too is what they are planning. As a people as a nation as humanity, we need to safeguard ourselves and our children. Why have so many fallen for this clott shot. Because our institution s that are supposed to protect us are instead killing us.
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Rabbit boxes. Rabbit tenderloin is fought over in our house
In the 70s I grew up on rabbit, squirrels and chickens raised by my grandparents. At some point the government and food industry brainwashed people into thinking raising livestock was a put down. Thankfully it’s making a comeback.
Pretty gratifying isn't it? Even in the awful large blue city I live in, tons of people have chickens in their back yard. Tough to beat chickens for low cost/high-quality protein.
That’s awesome! I loved the free roaming chickens in Key West. My friend I’ve known forever visited Key West on a cruise stop. She hated the chickens. Me, I was feeding them under the table🤣 Just shows you how different two people can be raised the same a two miles apart. I would love chicken’s again. I’m not physically able and I know my husband doesn’t want it. He works so much I wouldn’t ask. The last time we had chicken’s twenty years ago my grandfather got them for my child to experience. Hawks eventually killed every one and there was fence on top of pen. I think they were tearing the fence. Now coyotes are around that wasn’t here back then. Wildlife brought them in to control the deer. That backfired! Last summer the first time I heard them howling very close.
I suspect we share the same heart when it comes to animals. I'd be feeding them under the table too :)
My wife and I have thought about getting a few chickens but we'd have to do some work in the back yard and we have some of the exact concerns you listed. We live in a very unusual part of Minneapolis where we have an open field across our alley the size of a football field, and then a large wooded area behind that where I run my dogs around.
The downside of having a little nature in the city is we have a lot of predators. There are railroad tracks behind our woods that go all the way up to northern Minnesota and animals follow the rails down to our little patch of wilderness. On the positive side, we've had full grown deer in our back yard (despite being in Minneapolis!), but we also regularly have coyotes, red foxes, possums and worse, coywolves every so often along with lots of hawks and bald eagles. Chickens in our backyard will need to be well protected to survive.
But I love the idea of raising them. Give them a good, low-stress home with good quality feed, and from what my neighbors tell me you'll have more eggs than you know what to do with.
I’m a little older than you then. I grew up on my grandparents farm. The only things purchased in town was flour, sugar and coffee. We raised chickens, pigs and cows. Had 3 gardens. Cured pork shoulders were salted and hung from the ceiling in the smokehouse. We canned everything we grew. At hog killing time as well as when we slaughtered a steer, the entire family came. My daddy was one of eleven. All my cousins came too. It always reminded me of Thanksgiving. I got in trouble one time when my daddy told me not to come back behind the corn crib during hog killing. Well I did and there were two hog heads in a cast iron pot. They were going to render the fat down for frying and seasoning. I got my ass whipped in front of my uncles and the embarrassment was worse than the whipping. Slaughtering was done by the men and the boys. The woman were in the kitchen making sausage. Everyone busy. I didn’t realize then how special a time I was living in. I wanted to be like my city cousins. Little did I know.
Sounds like a great time enjoy though it’s hard work. Generations before us knew hard work was just a part of the day. I remember my grandfather cutting a slice of ham for me in the smoke house. The smoke house is still on my property with new roof and vinyl about half way up. I don’t know why they didn’t do the entire house out of block. My grandparents and great grandparents raised hogs and farmed tobacco on a small farm. I think they eventually figured out they could make better money at a job. As long as I can remember my that grandfather had a huge garden until he wasn’t able. My grandmother did the canning and freezing. I grew up picking everything out of the garden and then shucking, peeling everything outside in the heat with the gnats. They didn’t believe in doing it inside in the AC. My grandparents on the other side raised a lot of hogs and farmed tobacco. He died young so I didn’t get that much time on the farm with them. I’ve heard it’s very dangerous rendering fat from the hog. I either read or watch history shows and that’s probably where I learned about it. My great grandmother and her sisters would fight anyone for a hog head. They probably grew very poor. I never witnessed anyone eating hog head but I’ve smelled chitin’s cooking. That told me to stay away. I remember begging for the chicken feet when my grandmother cooked chicken pastry (dumplings in some areas. I grew up very country and have lived in town three years of my life. My great grandmother cooked a huge lunch but she loved modern foods like canned biscuits that made things simple. I was ruined growing up eating frozen foods in the summer and taking canned foods to school. Pepsi was always a staple and I drunk soft drinks till a few years ago. My brother drinks a two liter coke a day. People that don’t grow up in the country and with a garden you eat from all year don’t know what they are missing. I’m trying to get back to it. Fifteen years ago I didn’t need help doing anything in the house or outside. Praying I’ll be able to grow a few things this year. I’m working on getting seeds together and ordering more. If nothing else I’ll grow tomatoes, my favorite. Blessings to you fren and thanks for sharing your memories.