Words for this Wednesday are.
Yellow. Zinnias. Adjust. Boots. Chicken. Doomed.
I remember well my pre-teenage years at the home of my adopted family within a village in the English countryside. The front garden of the house was dedicated to flowers as was the custom and adorned with a variety of flowers. Although * Zinnias had become popular. Zinnias seeds dominated the soil and proved a pestilence to other varieties and other floral varieties were *doomed to extinction.
The rear garden or behind the house and adjoining half an acre was deemed as industrial which included a large shed and *Chicken pens also a few goats and vegetable beds' where quite often a few loose chickens which somehow had escaped from the pen would be scratching around the soil. of course, chasing after these escapees in rubber boots would be a futile exercise They would eventually find their way back to the pen at roosting time in the evening. after which one was able to *adjust the hole in the wire netting.
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Keeping a check on the age of the chickens was quite simple. New arrivals from hatchings after a few weeks, were fitted with the colour of that year flexible bakelite spring rings around one leg, from memory these rings were either red *yellow or green, those chickens wearing a ring denoting they were three years old were doomed for the cooking pot.
Unfortunately for chooks born male, their demise was somewhat earlier, due to the fact that only the more robust males were selected to service the Hens. the remaining cockerels were doomed to KFC or Sunday roast. however, the egg-laying efficiency of hens lagged around the three-year mark, at that time they were a bit scraggy and deemed to be old boilers suitable only for soups and stews.
Hence the derogatory term for the aged female 'OLD BOILER'.
Vest daily gaggle.
12 comments:
I do like your factual takes on the prompts.
Welcome back.
E C.Thank you. Yes, I do find it easier to be factual than spin a yarn close to the truth.
The only truth is that which is not spoken.
I guess that makes me an "old boiler" ha ha. very nice little tale Les, thanks for playing this week.
EH. There can be a lot of tenderness in the aging process.
Old boilers was said by Sir Reg Ansett about his air hostesses when they wanted a pay rise.
I'm an old boiler...there is no denying!
Good story, Vest. :)
I didn't know that expression.....we do toughen up with age done't we? It's kind of a necessity.
Andrew. LIke the pot calling the kettle Black. Old Reg would need some cooking.
LEE. I am certain that if you were cooked in the correct manner you would be very tender.
Only slightly confused. QWE learn something new to us every day.
True stories of life in the countryside. Probably most of the neighbors would have had similar tales. Thank you for the glimpse into your childhood.
Messymimi. It is true what you say, however, there were the odd bods who were different and considered to be anti-social as well. They dwell amongst us everywhere.
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