Mom told me a tale about grandma getting up in the middle of the night grabbing a chicken off the roost and then frying grandad some chicken. Mom said Grandpa worked so hard he couldn’t eat enough to keep going. I’m now 72 and I know why the chickens met their doom. I think Grandpa must have been a real champion. Humor for the afternoon
My Granny (Hickman County Tennessee) used to send me out to collect the eggs from the Banty hens. They pecked the crap out of me and I was terrified of them. That was 65 years ago.