As the hens grew older and past their time for egg laying, we used them for chicken and dressing. I’ll never forget when a red-tailed hawk killed one of our laying hens. My father saw it happen and ran the hawk away. In a circle around the dead chicken he placed 3 or 4 steel traps. Within two hours the hawk retuned for his prey and was caught and killed. Today, my dad would be arrested, fined, and perhaps incarcerated for such an egregious criminal act. In the 1940s it was called survival.
There hasn’t been a chicken on the “pore farm” in more than 50 years and, as long as my neighbors keep providing me with those tasty farm fresh eggs for breakfast each morning, I see no reason to change my routine.
Getting back to Herbert Hoover’s campaign slogan, I heard my father mention it many times, having lived through the desperate time of the Great Depression. He said that having a chicken wasn’t the issue. They were too poor to even have a pot.
Larry M. Jones is a retired Navy commander and aviator who raises cattle and hay in the Brock/Lazy Bend part of Parker County.