On a rural 1/3 acre in NM back in the 70s, we had chicken (egg and meat), turkeys, and even a pig once (named Chopsuey ). Dad used to do all the harvesting and mom did the final cleaning and freezing. Liver, hearts, gizzards and gravy always followed with rice/pasta and probably our home grown veggies. Can't stand eating anything fatty and chewy so the gizzards were a NOPE!
After dinners, we'd take the chicken edible scraps out back while they were still free-ranging in the big garden. There was a certain call a rooster made when he found something good to eat and we would sort of copy it. Talk about a mad dash of chickens! No matter which batch of birds over the years, they all knew and loved those evening snackies and raced to get them!
After dinners, we'd take the chicken edible scraps out back while they were still free-ranging in the big garden. There was a certain call a rooster made when he found something good to eat and we would sort of copy it. Talk about a mad dash of chickens! No matter which batch of birds over the years, they all knew and loved those evening snackies and raced to get them!