While petting my silkie on my farm, a tourist stops by me and comments on how this chickens will give my thousands of diseases and i could get pnemonia. I pick him up, kiss his head and walk over to the layers pen. She follows me and tells me to not go in there. I pull out my keys unlock the gate and walk in all while watching her. She screams and runs to her husband and complains about me and they go talk to the manager(my dad). He tells them im fine and walks away. I keep wondering, why even come to our farm in the first place?
And at the farmers Market, im selling some eggs, meat, live hens and chicks and then an old man comes up to me and starts to tell my about chickens. he says the usual load of crap like how a hen needs a rooster to lay and stuff. I tell him a whole 5 hours worth of what i know. He shuts up and walks away.
And at the farmers Market, im selling some eggs, meat, live hens and chicks and then an old man comes up to me and starts to tell my about chickens. he says the usual load of crap like how a hen needs a rooster to lay and stuff. I tell him a whole 5 hours worth of what i know. He shuts up and walks away.