John Horn wrote: >The rooster got attacked by a fox or a big dog one night. My brother, >whose >room was over our garage, heard the squawking in the middle of the night, >followed repeatedly by something banging against the garage door. So >apparently, Butterball gave as good as it got. But, alas, he didn't >survive. Our neighbor found Butterball's half-eaten carcass in her yard. > >I did not weep. >
WARNING -- THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS *NOT* VEGETARIAN FRIENDLY The rooster's name was Butterball? That's really funny. We used to buy 2 calves every spring, fatten them up, and have them slaughtered in the late fall. The first year we did it, my sister named them some cute names which I have blanked out of my mind, and because of that name she had real trouble eating the meat. The next year, our folks let me and my brother name the new ones. We called them T-Bone and Sirloin. That was a lot easier on everyone :-) Reggie Bautista _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com _______________________________________________ http://www.mccmedia.com/mailman/listinfo/brin-l
