Chickens and their pecking order.
That's interesting.
My MIL had chickens and ever so often she'd give them the axe.
I thought she was a barbarian my first visit to Hungary.
She allowed my 2 1/2 year old son to play with a chicken in the yard. He was so happy chasing it around and laughing.
We took a day trip and when we got back to the house he wanted to play with his chicken. All we found were feathers in the yard and pot of boiling soup.
He cried his little eyes out...
My son's ex MIL was something else.
A Hungarian sort of businesswomen/ country women.
She was actually not Hungarian but German.
She had a few bucks but no one would of guessed it.
She had a large 3 story home in Buda and a large Balaton property and a small antique shop in Balaton.
She knew how to save a dollar though.
She had a car but would take the train to her Balaton villa.
She wanted to bring a couple of her Buda chickens down to Balaton but they wouldn't allow her on the train with them. Guess she tried to take them onboard and was turned away.
To save gas money she decided to load them up and place them on the back of her bicycle.
She rode her bike all the way to Balaton just to bring her chickens and not waste gas on her car!
No wonder she saw my son as a meal ticket when he was living with them.
I thought that was just insane to cary her chickens that way like she was some poor simple person with no other options.
I must sound like I was a heavy drinker but no, didn't drink a drop for nearly a year because of my health then decided to have a 4.5% alcohol beer every day or two for the holidays.
I haven't touched anything over 11% in many years. Not a drop in the house, not even for cooking.
I've been making aloe vera juice from plants we've grown with fresh ginger and some honey. Can't see any reason toe buy chemical lased drinks when we can make our own.
Believe me, ginger has a kick.
-@Marilyn Tassy
That's where the term pecking order comes from. They really do peck each other to establish who's the boss. They are real bullies. They will bully each other into submission. But once it's all established and everyone is line, they calm that right down. However they do fight sometimes and it can be really violent. Those claws are really quite sharp and they can "bite" quite well too. Blood can be spilled.
My cousin had a small farm and unfortunately the nice animals - sheep, pigs etc - there were there to be farmed. They weren't pets. And the chickens were destined for the pot on a regular basis. It was said by them that their kids needed to know where their food came from. Bit of a harsh lesson.
I know people who have cycled to Balaton. It's not that far. For a "professional" type cyclist, 100km is just an afternoon ride. My maximum rides in Balaton would be about 50km. That's almost halfway to Budapest. Be lighter after she'd dropped the chickens off or she could come back on the train then, minus the chickens.
Mrs F makes aloe vera juice as well from a plant we have. I cannot say it's that's great. It'd need honey in it to take the taste away. I've tried to make ginger ice cream. It didn't work. It needs something else, perhaps something like lemon or maybe a hint of cinnamon. Be like a kind of fruity bun flavour ice cream then. I might have a go at that again. Some lemon zest perhaps, bit of lemon juice, some vegetable glycerin (makes ice cream soft and also sweetens it).