So, girlfriend & I were wandering around Tampa’s Ybor City in January, heading for a movie, when we came across these beauties.
They were just pecking on some land. I can’t remember if it was commercial or residential, but there they were, in an urban setting, not particularly bothered by our presence.
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.
The group seemed to include both roosters and hens, right? Any chicken experts here? I’m used to seeing my chicken in a package, so I’m a little unclear.
Maybe these were around for eggs only. Then again, maybe not. Maybe they were around for dinner. And I don’t mean as guests.
The problem with eating animals is always having to see them outright, before they’re prepared for cooking. As in, they’re still clucking and pecking in the yard.
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?