tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383683834534759163.post591389579927065704..comments2023-05-16T04:18:29.455-06:00Comments on ♪♫•*¨*Letter Out*¨*•♫♪: Prairie ChickenBlondi Blathershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15656970490122824720noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383683834534759163.post-43774408145988356012016-05-05T08:37:39.346-06:002016-05-05T08:37:39.346-06:00Thanks for the pics of the prairie chicken, they r...Thanks for the pics of the prairie chicken, they remind me of partridges which abounded around my Granny and Grandpa's house, and we had many a meal. My Grandparent's always ate their own meat, mostly wild game, and Grandpa butchered it all himself. It sure gave us a healthy respect for what was involved in putting meat on the table. I am not a big meat eater, I owe to the family hunters Grandpa and my Dad, and eating our beloved cow Maybelle on the farm where I grew up. I really don't know how people raise an animal with a name and personality, and then eat it, baffling.Maggie Turnerhttp://www.maggieturner.netnoreply@blogger.com