#chickens

Alvin smiled back, and kissed her. "People talk about fools counting chickens before they hatch. That's nothing. We name them. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#counting #fools #funny #funny

I don't know what organically grown chickens are; I've never seen one. ↗

— Tony Curtis

#grown #i #know #never #organically

Roads are no place for naive chickens dreaming of nirvana. ↗

— Shalom Auslander

#hope #roads #dreams

I have a farm and I love it there. There's really nothing to do, but even watching the chickens, its fun. ↗

— Salma Hayek

#even #farm #fun #i #i love

Rickey got a big ranch. Rickey got a big bull. Rickey got horses. Rickey got chickens and everything. And Rickey got a 20-gallon hat. ↗

— Rickey Henderson

#bull #chickens #everything #got #hat

I am a battery hen. I live in a cage so small I cannot stretch my wings. I am forced to stand night and day on a sloping wire mesh floor that painfully cuts into my feet. The cage walls tear my feathers, forming blood blisters that never heal. The air is so full of ammonia that my lungs hurt and my eyes burn and I think I am going blind. As soon as I was born, a man grabbed me and sheared off part of my beak with a hot iron, and my little brothers were thrown into trash bags as useless alive. My mind is alert and my body is sensitive and I should have been richly feathered. In nature or even a farmyard I would have had sociable, cleansing dust baths with my flock mates, a need so strong that I perform 'vacuum' dust bathing on the wire floor of my cage. Free, I would have ranged my ancestral jungles and fields with my mates, devouring plants, earthworms, and insects from sunrise to dusk. I would have exercised my body and expressed my nature, and I would have given, and received, pleasure as a whole being. I am only a year old, but I am already a 'spent hen.' Humans, I wish I were dead, and soon I will be dead. Look for pieces of my wounded flesh wherever chicken pies and soups are sold. ↗

— Karen Davis

#chickens #factory-farms #nature

You know, I remember Career Day in high school. I remember plumbers and lawyers... I don't remember a booth where you could sign up to learn how to shoot chickens out of a cannon at the windshield of an airplane, 'cause there would have been a line at my school to do that! ↗

— Jeff Foxworthy

#been #booth #cannon #career #cause

Isn't Bunson's training evil geniuses?" "Yes, mostly." "Well, is that wise? Having a mess of seedling evil geniuses falling in love with you willy-nilly? What if they feel spurned?" "Ah, but in the interim, think of the lovely gifts they can make you. Monique bragged that one of her boys made her silver and wood hair sticks as anti-supernatural weapons. With amethyst inlay. And another made her an exploding wicker chicken." "Goodness, what's that for?" Dimity pursed her lips. "Who doesn't want an exploding wicker chicken? ↗

— Gail Carriger

#humor #humor

If I didn't start painting, I would have raised chickens. ↗

— William Lyon Phelps

#i #painting #raised #start #would

If I hadn't started painting, I would have raised chickens. ↗

— Grandma Moses

#hadn #i #painting #raised #started