Uncle Ken - Bristol Island, (Hope) British Columbia
As I am welcomed in like family at their dinner table I hear stories of the relationship between the varying animals Ken and his Wife, Darlene, have had over the years. Not only with their horses of 30 plus years in age, but of their pigs, cattle, chickens, dogs and cats.
Ken asks, "Would you like some roosters? I hatched 'em intent on eating them, but after seeing the little chicks, every time I pick one up and bring it to the chopping block, those eyes look up at me. I instantly take it back to the coop and now have far too many roosters!"
And then their was Horis the pig. Who every day Darlene would walk down the drive to. Freshly hard-boiled eggs in hand. She would sit down at the fence and peel each egg for him. As he would see her, we would pop up on the fence and wag his curly tail with a glint in his eyes and smile on his face.
As I am welcomed in like family at their dinner table I hear stories of the relationship between the varying animals Ken and his Wife, Darlene, have had over the years. Not only with their horses of 30 plus years in age, but of their pigs, cattle, chickens, dogs and cats.
Ken asks, "Would you like some roosters? I hatched 'em intent on eating them, but after seeing the little chicks, every time I pick one up and bring it to the chopping block, those eyes look up at me. I instantly take it back to the coop and now have far too many roosters!"
And then their was Horis the pig. Who every day Darlene would walk down the drive to. Freshly hard-boiled eggs in hand. She would sit down at the fence and peel each egg for him. As he would see her, we would pop up on the fence and wag his curly tail with a glint in his eyes and smile on his face.
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