I'll bet one bag of scratch would do those chickens all winter...at least...
I don't feed them chickens. They hunt. At night.
Well, 'tis quite obvious this is a sign that there's cock-fightin' goin' on in that barn, and somebody ought to call the law.
You know, some state investigator actually conducted a subtle "investigation" to see if I might be conducting secret cock fights in my barn.I kept waiting to be interviewed, and was looking forward to it, but the fellow went on back to Raleigh without arresting me or my white leghorns.