So, girlfriend & I were wandering around Tampa’s Ybor City in January, heading for a movie, when we came across these beauties.
I would’ve expected them in, say, Iowa. Or Nebraska. But Tampa, Fla.?
Of course, the last time I saw chickens they were in the backyard of our next door neighbors in Sunnyvale, Calif.
And then, the neighbors had a big barbecue. We never saw the chickens again.
Maybe these were around for eggs only. Then again, maybe not. Maybe they were around for dinner. And I don’t mean as guests.
I’ve never pretended to be a great frontier wife. And when I saw these, I knew for sure I wasn’t cut out for farm life.
I don’t eat a lot of meat, but I do eat a lot of chicken.
Lately, though, I’m finding it harder than ever to swallow.
Literally and figuratively.
It was a lot easier to eat in our parents’ day, when these things were never considered.
Are you a vegetarian? How did you get there?