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> Dan Logcher > wrote:
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>>>When I was in my early teens, my uncle raised homing pigeons. When he
>>>wanted to get a pair to breed, combining such traits as speed and
>>>endurance, he'd put them in a separately cooped area to um . . . you
>>>know. Our best results were with old '49 and a red-bar hen. Their kids
>>>won a lot.
>>>
>>>Sometimes the boy and girl birds in the general population would do
>>>what boys and girls do and a hen would hatch a chick whose father
>>>couldn't be determined. Those chicks would be raised to squab size,
>>>humanely slaughtered and eaten by us. They were tasty!
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>>Didn't you grow up on a farm? Or am I thinking of someone else?
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> I grew up in da Bronx. Gramma's farm on the weekends and summers.

So half hoodlum, half hick. A Hicklum. I'm kidding.

I would have enjoyed some time on a farm. I spent 3 weeks at my
cousin's house in Holland that was farm-ish. They had chickens for
eggs, horses, cats and dogs (living together ... mass hysteria), and
a pig.

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Dan