Chicken Guts
My dogs are enjoying their first meal as sustainable farm dogs. I had 17 chickens processed today, and I asked for the guts, necks and feet to be packaged up for the dogs. I swear, those chickens left weighing 3-10 pounds each and I got back about 200 pounds of guts. I was going to cook the mess up, but I thought about the feed-your-furbaby-raw movement and figured WTH, I'll just call it dog food dump and it in their bowls. Ew. Excuse me, that was Suburbanite Janet. She escaped for a minute. I choked her down and shoved her back in the little closet I keep her in. It's way in the back of my mind, but I think the smell of raw chicken guts seeped through the dust and neglect and she slid on out. I am settling into my sixties. I don't care for it much. My husband died in January of this year, my Parkinson's disease has progressed enough that I had to give up driving, hiking, running and for the most part, eating. It makes me off balance, clumsy and irritable. I ...