Originally posted by RJHinds You are confusing ancestory with common traits.
No, you are confusing me with someone intentionally ignorant of all things biological, like yourself. Pray have the simple Christian decency to assume that I am not an idiot not a dishonest shill of never-even-valid hecklings, like yourself.
Originally posted by joe shmo I gave you the thumbs down, dont egg it on. You constantly complain about these people, and here you are giving him treats, what gives?
Thats was a rhetorical question.
You have to inject a bit of humor into these subjects, I can't be serious 100% of the time. That was a rhetorical answer.
Originally posted by Shallow Blue No, you are confusing me with someone intentionally ignorant of all things biological, like yourself. Pray have the simple Christian decency to assume that I am not an idiot not a dishonest shill of never-even-valid hecklings, like yourself.
Originally posted by RJHinds So I can't tell the truth and be sarcastic in your opinion? I guess I will
find it hard to be sarcastic because I nearly always tell the truth.
P.S. In that case Shallow Blue will beat me every time in sarcastic remarks. 😏
But you were raised on a farm, right? I wasn't trying to in any way say that was shameful or some such.
Originally posted by RJHinds Yes, with cows, pigs, chickens, rabbits, goats, etc. I even helped my
grandpa castrate the pigs. That has something to do with biology. 😏
When I was a kid we had several food animals, including a goose and a calf, both of which became dinner. The goose bit the hell out of me when I was 5, I think I fell over into a firepit and cut my leg pretty bad and my aunt ruth, not knowing much about medicine, put epson salts on the wound, with resulted in a scar about 1/3 inch wide which I sport to this day.
Originally posted by sonhouse When I was a kid we had several food animals, including a goose and a calf, both of which became dinner. The goose bit the hell out of me when I was 5, I think I fell over into a firepit and cut my leg pretty bad and my aunt ruth, not knowing much about medicine, put epson salts on the wound, with resulted in a scar about 1/3 inch wide which I sport to this day.
I remember a turkey rooster coming after me when I was a little older than
that but I got away. I was scared to go near him for awhile.
P.S. Later I had a pet calf that would follow me around like a puppy dog.
She would nudge me so I would scratch behind her ears.
Originally posted by RJHinds I remember a turkey rooster coming after me when I was a little older than
that but I got away. I was scared to go near him for awhile.
P.S. Later I had a pet calf that would follow me around like a puppy dog.
She would nudge me so I would scratch behind her ears.
It was extremely traumatic on my young person when our calf was to be slaughtered.
I had an uncle who had the empathy of a rug. He took that calf and tied his head down to the ground and then proceeded to shoot the poor thing in the head with a 22. I think it was even a 22 short. Well I saw all that happen and was totally shocked to see it I can tell you! What got me was you could see the bullet half sticking out the calf's head and it slowly bled to death, which I think too over an hour. My uncle just left it there with this totally bewildered look in its eye. Talk about cruel.
Originally posted by sonhouse It was extremely traumatic on my young person when our calf was to be slaughtered.
I had an uncle who had the empathy of a rug. He took that calf and tied his head down to the ground and then proceeded to shoot the poor thing in the head with a 22. I think it was even a 22 short. Well I saw all that happen and was totally shocked to see it I can tell you ...[text shortened]... ur. My uncle just left it there with this totally bewildered look in its eye. Talk about cruel.
It is difficult to do harm to an animal when you grow up together. I guess
we get attached to that special one as they do to us. When I returned from'
the Army on a leave my grandpa asked for my help in capturing my pet cow
at this time because he wanted to move her to another pasture but she ran
away and he couldn't get close to her. It had been over a year but she
apparently recognized me and allowed me come up to her and pet her and
put the rope on her and lead her up into the truck.
23 Feb '12 14:25
8,000 yo stone age boatmakers!, underwater now:
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