So, on the fourth of July our meat chickens were slaughtered for us by an Amish family. Mom didn't want to do 19 chickens on her own. The Amish do not celebrate the 4th of July. They are friendly and ask us about our lives. The kids speak Amish Dutch - they are all young and have not yet learned English. We are 'The English.' The kids mostly go barefoot. So do I.
Meanwhile, my Dad's brothers and associated family members came for a party. We talked, ate, had a fire, the brothers played music, and we all shot pellet guns at cans. The usual good times. Someone brought a high-powered air rifle, which we used to shoot 4 eggs. The resulting explosions were fantastic! Not to worry, we have plenty of eggs. The other day Dad took 8 dozen to work to sell, and we had 4 more dozen in the fridge the next day. Egg production is out of control! The hens are really enjoying their new improved huge pen. Anyway, the party was a huge success, and no one threw up.
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