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Re: RPresta

Yes innocence is bliss RP. I have kept geese for pets over the years. Sadly everything nearly has a dark side. I suppose in some countries dogs are eaten. I was thinking your snail gatherer probably did not want your snails to wander across to his garden.

posted by C_C_T on December 8, 2017 at 4:00 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Well, I hope old Joe has made it to that great pond in the sky

Pond is probably a bit crowded along now Pat. We just need a few of adnohr's smiles fixed in position.

posted by C_C_T on December 8, 2017 at 3:53 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Kabu

Well of course you do not, but one has to go through the motions, it snowed here a few minutes ago for half an hour and now the sun has come out. Global warming?

posted by C_C_T on December 8, 2017 at 3:47 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Taps

Well it was better to have a short happy life, than a long miserable one. It all seems rather barbaric  these days. I expect your great,great,great,great grandchildren will say to think our forefathers ate live animals once.

posted by C_C_T on December 8, 2017 at 3:44 AM | link to this | reply

Re BIG V:

As one ages one feels more sensitive I am sure. The only thing I still like but of course never see these days is the smell of new born chicks under the brooders, perhaps it was the warmth.

posted by C_C_T on December 8, 2017 at 3:39 AM | link to this | reply

Re:anibanerjee

Well if it is a goose unknown a jar of goose fat is very handy. Yes one has to get prepared for the looks of good will. 

posted by C_C_T on December 8, 2017 at 3:36 AM | link to this | reply

C C T

I think not having eaten goose since, and sprucing yourself up before Christmas does have some connection. Well written. 

posted by anib on December 7, 2017 at 8:24 PM | link to this | reply

I was raised on a farm where 'life and death' were the norm. Every spring we would buy about 1000 baby chicks and in the fall, those that didn't sell to the local Amish would be butchered. I still can't stand the smell of raw chicken and the smell of wet feathers makes me want to urp.

posted by BigV on December 7, 2017 at 7:53 PM | link to this | reply

My Grandmother always had a goose, or two or three, or more.  She made pillows and featherbeds from their down.  She used goose grease to make medical chest rubs for the croup.  She also loved them as her pets....until she whacked them.

posted by TAPS. on December 7, 2017 at 6:16 PM | link to this | reply

not really feeling the Christmas thing this year...except for my lovely advent calendar

posted by Kabu on December 7, 2017 at 3:53 PM | link to this | reply

Well, I hope old Joe has made it to that great pond in the sky

and is enjoying his hereafter in tranquility. As for the Christmas feeling, you've described so well my reaction to the season's required good will... Thank you. 

posted by Pat_B on December 7, 2017 at 2:05 PM | link to this | reply

C_C_T Nice Work

I should like to plant a sapling in Scotland. And I should like to taste goose for Christmas. My cousin told me she was upset with her father because he had Bessy, their cow, butchered when she was small. Those things stay with a child. 

posted by RPresta on December 7, 2017 at 2:03 PM | link to this | reply

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