"Do chickens have lips."
Well, much like with the question for the ages answered over at Villainous Company (do cats have elbows), I posed this question to my veterinarian friends. And one of them has kindly answered:
"As a doctor of veterinary medicine as well as a proud Avian Biology degree holder...
..... Nah."
So there you have it, Cassandra. From as expert a source as I personally know.
FINALLY!!!!
ReplyDeleteSome clarity on a question that has bedeviled me for as long as I can remember! :)
Well, it depends on what the meaning of lips is.
ReplyDeleteSome of the chickens I knew growing up in Dinky Town, IA, were decidedly impudent--lippy.
Eric Hines
My father grew up on a farm, and has a decidedly strong opinions on chickens. In his words, "they're so stupid, they deserve to be eaten."
ReplyDeleteSo for him, a chicken dinner isn't so much a means of sustenance as it is revenge. Though I am sure at 80 years old, the resentment of the beasts no longer is quite as strong.
My grandmother on my mother's side once bought a hundred chicks for a penny apiece, on the assumption that many would die but she might still end up with several chickens for one dollar. By happenstance, every single one of them lived to be full-grown chickens.
ReplyDeleteBy the time she was done plucking and cleaning them all, I imagine she hated chickens very much indeed. But she was a great lover of bargains, as often true of those who lived through the Great Depression, and what a bargain!
...for him, a chicken dinner isn't so much a means of sustenance as it is revenge. Though I am sure at 80 years old, the resentment of the beasts no longer is quite as strong.
ReplyDeleteThe Spousal Unit has an ongoing war with this chicken decoration in our kitchen. He keeps banishing it to the basement, but it reappears mysteriously while he's at work.
People have taken to moving the chicken around the house to ambush him (often, while making clucking noises).
Man, we lived on scrawny chickens when we were first married. You could get fryers for 29 cents a pound, and I could get 3 dinners out of one. So I can sympathize with Grim's grandmother, even though I didn't have to pluck or clean them.
To this day, I keep the bones of every chicken we roast to make soup. But I still HATE picking the meat off the carcass - YUCK!!!!
Beef soup tonight, from the frozen remains of the Christmas rib roast.
So one other chicken story about my Dad. Just before returning from Vietnam, my father warned my mother that he had eaten no protein at all save for chicken for a long time. So she was, under no circumstances, to serve chicken to him for dinner upon his return. And on the first day he was back in the States he took her and his two (at the time) children to his parents house, where his mother served... chicken. But my father is a dutiful son, so he made no complaints and ate it.
ReplyDeleteThe next day, he took his family to my mother's parents house (as they too wished to celebrate his return). And his mother-in-law served... you guessed it, chicken. So once more, he made no objections and ate it.
On the drive home from her parents house my father said, "Honey, I love you. But if you serve me chicken for dinner tomorrow, we're getting a divorce."
I guess I shouldn't give Cass any lip.
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