As the saying goes, "True freedom is when the last kid moves out and the dog dies."
I grew up with animals, always a dog or two, or three and cats, cats, cats. I had dogs, cats, iguana, ferrets, ducks, chickens, turkeys, parakeets, canaries, pigeons, a goose, rabbits and a goat,
I knew a guy that had a pig, which was odd, but a goose??? wtF? :bugeye:
my grandparents had a farm (my grandmother still has it but dont know what she will do with it now she doesnt have pop) my cousins (who lived next door where as we lived in the city) refused to eat lamb because "it came from nan and pops padocks". The idiocy of that was that we city slickers were quite happy to eat lamb vertually fresh from the padock. Some of the best lamb i have ever had actually
my parents do keep chickens but mainly for eggs not meat, that is partually because in the city its very hard to keep a rooster because they make to much noise
I knew a guy that had a pig, which was odd, but a goose??? wtF? :bugeye:
We were farmers, mainly poultry. We had a couple thousand chickens, Plymouth Rocks, Rhode Island Reds and Black Jersey Giants, plus Muscovy Ducks. We also raised a few turkeys, pigeons (squab) and rabbits for personal consumption. The goat and goose were pets.
Most of the dogs and cats were to keep down vermin.