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I don't care WHAT happens...

On the farm, every Friday
On the farm, it's chicken pie day.
So, every Friday that ever comes along,
I get up early and sing this little song

Run chicken – run chicken – Run! Run! Run!
Run chicken – run chicken – Run! Run! Run!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Goes the farmer's gun.
Run, chicken, run, chicken, run.

Run chicken – run chicken – Run! Run! Run!
Don't give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun!
He'll get by
Without his chicken pie
So run chicken – run chicken – Run! Run! Run!
 
The little ones are sitting by me in their box watching the computer and are now worried, especially as I am mixing the sage and onion up!! :lol: :lol: :lol:
 
gave chicks some corn on the cob today.I was so excited...they looked at me as though I was really weird and went back to eating the chick crumbs!!! :(
 
Yorksman .
The balut thing is horrendous :thumbdown:

Ugh good grief !!!
Thats a shocking cruel end - to nature forming a new life :shock: :thumbdown:

Anna.
 
Well, I thought I was quite worldy, especially food wise - but, BALUT?!?

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I don't think I'd even go into a bar if they served that. It's enough to put you off your beer.
 
The chick like sweet pepers!! What a rampage!!!
Will try that again when I have seen if it upsets their tummies

By the way having an indoor farm is not good for the hayfever or astma...nor smell!!
But they are lovely!!
 
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