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This brought back such memories of an Easter when an auntie bought each of my four little sons a dyed Easter baby duck. They loved them, gave them names, fed and watered them and the ducks followed them everywhere. Summer came and the ducks were grown and we wanted to go on a long vacation and we enlisted my Mother-in-law to come feed and water them every day. She betrayed my sons. While we were gone, grandma killed, cleaned and prepared them for cooking and put them in the freezer. My sons never forgave her for that.
posted by
TAPS.
on April 2, 2026 at 7:04 PM
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It must have been fun to grow up in a farm with all if the animals. You paint a good picture of how it was. Thank you. 🌹😄
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on March 29, 2026 at 4:43 PM
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WE had a goose once call Tom. He was destined for Christmas. We kids sad looking sad.
A little voice said, 'Poor old Tom.' Dad said, Don't say things like that, you are putting me off this dinner..🌺🌺
posted by
C_C_T
on March 29, 2026 at 8:50 AM
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This has me thinking of the farmer's intention for Babe. People think of eating the farm animals later.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on March 29, 2026 at 6:39 AM
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My son had a rooster growing up. Never fail at 6 a.m. he'd crow and crow. I think you have a great start on a cool story!
posted by
sam444
on March 28, 2026 at 7:50 PM
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I imagine a rooster being a really annoying alarm clock on an early morning when one is sleep deprived. The life of a farm child is not an easy one. There are plenty of chores to see to and lots of furry and feathered creatures to say goodbye to. 🐓
posted by
Sherri_G
on March 28, 2026 at 5:17 PM
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Re:
I always wondered why, among birds, males' feathers are more colorful than females'.
posted by
BearcatMike
on March 28, 2026 at 3:46 PM
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We had a bantam rooster once, flashy red comb at the top of his head, impressive wattles and tail feathers that were a crowning glory. We didn't need an alarm clock when he was there to announce the dawn. And we dared not put our hands through the cage wires to pour grain into their feed dish, or we'd get pecked by the feisty guard-rooster.
posted by
Pat_B
on March 28, 2026 at 3:24 PM
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