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Updated: May 23, 2025
The advice on the control of lice and the method of handling sick chickens that has been given in the main section of the book, will apply as well on the farm as on the commercial poultry plant. Certainly the farmer's time is too valuable to fool with the details of poultry therapeutics. Farm Chicken Houses.
Recently, an observing friend told me that on a trip of 250 miles westward from Lawton and back again, watching sharply for game all the way, he saw only five pinnated grouse! And this in a good season for "prairie chickens." Oklahoma must stop all spring shooting. The prairie chicken must have a ten-year close season, immediately.
"Who are you shooting at?" "I'm after two men," was the hired man's reply. "They jest run into the cornfield." "Chicken thieves?" queried Tom. "I guess so anyway they was prowlin' around the hen house an' the barn. I called an' asked 'em what they wanted and they ran for dear life so I knew they was up to no good." "They certainly must have been chicken thieves, or worse," was Sam's comment.
When, in order to accomplish our purpose in another manner, we feigned illness, he asked us, in a sympathizing manner, what the Russians did when they were sick? and what they ate? "All that the physician prescribes," answered I; "most commonly chicken broth."
Romarin had thrown up his handsome head. "Well, well!" he murmured incredulously. "Why 'well, well'?" Marsden demanded.... "But, of course, you never did and never will know what I meant." "By Romance? ... No, I can't say that I did; but as I conceived it, it was something that began in appetite and ended in diabetes." "Not philosophic, eh?" Marsden inquired, picking up a chicken bone.
Perhaps I should not have been unhappy but for that, at least not so soon; but that alone could never have made me so." Little fool again! She was like a chicken thrusting its head into a corner and thinking itself out of danger because it cannot see the danger. She had no notion that she was giving him the least clue to the truth, but considered herself speaking with more than Delphic prudence.
Koku, get back to that engine and lift out the motor. Eradicate, didn't father tell you to whitewash the chicken coops to-day?" "Dat's what he done, Massa Tom." "Well, go and see about that. I'll stay here for a while, and when I leave I'll call one of you, or some one else, to be on guard. Skip now!"
Molly did as she was bid, and leant back, picking languidly at the grapes, and watching the good appetite with which the lady ate up the chicken and jelly, and drank the glass of wine.
Just then, as if they had overheard the wish, two little boys came running down the hill, and one of them was barefooted. Moreover, when Kyzie asked if they would stand for a picture, they consented at once. "My name's Joseph Rolfe," said the elder, twitching off his hat, "and his name," pointing to his companion with a chuckle, "his name is Chicken Little." "No such a thing!
"'That for your old turnip and you, too! she says. "'You're fired! yells De Mott. "'Oh, no, I ain't! says the chicken. 'That's my way of breaking a contract and a watch at the same time. You needn't write an order for me, she says. 'I'm overdrawn a week now. "When we're leavin', after we gets our street clothes on, De Mott stops us.
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