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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
Sea_Gypsy
on December 7, 2017 at 2:03 PM
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