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Stitcher
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My dad always kept a few chickens. About six pullets and one or two cockerills. This of course meant that we could have a fresh egg each for breakfast most days. If and when a pulet stopped laying it went into the pot for dinner. Christmas would always be a bad time for the cockerills as well. I used to have to dig the run so they could scratch and rake looking for worms and I can still smell the spud peelings and other left-overs being boiled up for them.
We also had a pet rabbit and one day when I went to feed it it was gone. I ran in to tell mom and she said it was in the pot for dinner because times were not good just then.
We also had a pet rabbit and one day when I went to feed it it was gone. I ran in to tell mom and she said it was in the pot for dinner because times were not good just then.