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***Oh yeah, and if you're a member of PETA, don't read this post.***
For the Young Men's activity for church this week they caught some quail at a nearby farm, killed them, de-feathered them, cooked them and ate them. It was a two night activity, having to catch the quail on Tuesday and then the rest they were doing on Wednesday.
Kyle being one of their advisers was more than willing to go help catch the birds Tuesday night. He'd caught, killed and cooked birds before in the Philippines and in China, so was a pro by now.
I thought he was only going to be gone about an hour that night but didn't hear him come in until about 10 as I was getting ready for bed.
I came out of the bathroom having just brushed my teeth and there is Kyle dirty and smelly and holding one of the quail in his hands IN MY ROOM right next to my clean bedding I'd just washed that day. Ugh. After shrieking and ordering both beings into the garage, I calmed down and was able to check the poor bird out. Poor thing. It was scared silly.
Much to Kyle's protest, I quickly named our temporary friend, Quincy.
"You can't name an animal you're going to EAT."
Hey, I wasn't going to eat it!
For the Young Men's activity for church this week they caught some quail at a nearby farm, killed them, de-feathered them, cooked them and ate them. It was a two night activity, having to catch the quail on Tuesday and then the rest they were doing on Wednesday.
Kyle being one of their advisers was more than willing to go help catch the birds Tuesday night. He'd caught, killed and cooked birds before in the Philippines and in China, so was a pro by now.
I thought he was only going to be gone about an hour that night but didn't hear him come in until about 10 as I was getting ready for bed.
I came out of the bathroom having just brushed my teeth and there is Kyle dirty and smelly and holding one of the quail in his hands IN MY ROOM right next to my clean bedding I'd just washed that day. Ugh. After shrieking and ordering both beings into the garage, I calmed down and was able to check the poor bird out. Poor thing. It was scared silly.
Much to Kyle's protest, I quickly named our temporary friend, Quincy.
"You can't name an animal you're going to EAT."
Hey, I wasn't going to eat it!
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Yes, it gets worse...poor bird.
In the Philippines chickens were everywhere and Kyle quickly learned how to temporarily paralyze a chicken by tapping the floor next to its eye and then moving your finger quickly away. (Weird, I know.) Curious to know if quail were the same way, Kyle decided to give it a try. Amazingly it worked. Poor Quincy was paralyzed in this position for a few moments until Kyle snapped it back to life.
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Of course the kids were fascinated by our feathered friend for the day we had him...or her. It was funny though because neither of them were brave enough to touch it!
Here are a few of the young men and Kyle on their trip to the farm catching the quail.
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Kyle said it was hilarious watching the boys when it came time to actually kill and de-feather the poor birds. He said they all started freaking out in the end. Too funny. Not that I'm one to really talk, there's no way I'd do it! No thank you. I'll stick to the grocery store's boneless skinless chicken breasts.
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Goodbye Quincy, you served your purpose in life well.
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Kyle said it was hilarious watching the boys when it came time to actually kill and de-feather the poor birds. He said they all started freaking out in the end. Too funny. Not that I'm one to really talk, there's no way I'd do it! No thank you. I'll stick to the grocery store's boneless skinless chicken breasts.
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Goodbye Quincy, you served your purpose in life well.
5 comments:
Once again I have to say: IN MY DEFENSE . . .
When I showed Laura the bird in our room, I was holding it right over a shoebox where it could not make ANYTHING dirty.
Oh yeah, and the reason it took a little longer than we originally planned to go get the birds on Tuesday night was because once we were out on the farm we thought it would be fun to shoot some guns for a while.
(I'm sure I've modified the view many of you had of me.)
oh man, maybe I should have listened to your warning!
I have no problem hearing about or feeding an animal we will be eating (that is how we get our meat) but actully having to kill it myself, I could never! thank goodness for men.
Oh I don't have a problem with it either. It was just a funny situation neither of my kids have actually experienced before. Kyle had a good talk with Janelle about how they caught those birds to eat and she took it all matter-of-factly. No animal activist rights in this family! I've got those ranching roots thoroughly engraved in my blood. But I couldn't do the actual killing either...ugh!
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