As a very poor student I spent some time on a project at the local vet college where some experimental work was carried out on chickens. (Don't judge .. it was a long time ago)
I was offered a chicken for nothing, had to catch and pluck it myself and cut off the gangrenous wing and one leg.
Only told DH after he'd eaten and enjoyed it. He wasn't happy but he's still here 40 years later.
It Must Be Autumn Even Though It's Not September....


(washed yesterday, slippers on it only, no pets) a whole meal dropped between oven and worktop
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