As an old cowboy and musician, I know that you love cowbells. LOL I
thought of you when reading this news item. A local judge has actually
banned cowbells. I thought you would enjoy this one.

http://www.spiegel.de/international/zeitgeist/austrian-court-bans-cowbells-from-field-after-legal-dispute-a-844947.html

Not enough cow bell...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0uvVZg4Tw4

On 7/18/2012 11:40 AM, Lee Michaels wrote:
As an old cowboy and musician, I know that you love cowbells. LOL I
thought of you when reading this news item. A local judge has actually
banned cowbells. I thought you would enjoy this one.

http://www.spiegel.de/international/zeitgeist/austrian-court-bans-cowbells-from-field-after-legal-dispute-a-844947.html


Crowded rat syndrome ... you see it everywhere sheeple expand their range.


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Swingman wrote in
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On 7/18/2012 11:40 AM, Lee Michaels wrote:
As an old cowboy and musician, I know that you love cowbells. LOL I
thought of you when reading this news item. A local judge has
actually banned cowbells. I thought you would enjoy this one.

http://www.spiegel.de/international/...court-bans-cow
bells-from-field-after-legal-dispute-a-844947.html


Crowded rat syndrome ... you see it everywhere sheeple expand their
range.

+1. Expanded NIMBY by the new suburbanites.

Right around here there is a terrible grin dispute about chickens.
Some ingenious lawyer type found what he considers a loophole in the
prohibition against poultry farms described in the bylaws of this
community. Berman now has had chickens and a rooster in his backyard
(the plots here are around 50x100ft) for a few years, despite neighbors'
protests. Some neighbors are up in arms because of the rooster noise,
someone was picked on by a chicken or the rooster (they sometimes
escape), the animals stink (according to some). Others consider the
chickens almost bucolic and consider the rooster's cries cute. It's
really hilarious, in my personal opinion.

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On 7/20/2012 8:26 AM, Han wrote:
Swingman wrote in
:

On 7/18/2012 11:40 AM, Lee Michaels wrote:
As an old cowboy and musician, I know that you love cowbells. LOL I
thought of you when reading this news item. A local judge has
actually banned cowbells. I thought you would enjoy this one.

http://www.spiegel.de/international/...court-bans-cow
bells-from-field-after-legal-dispute-a-844947.html


Crowded rat syndrome ... you see it everywhere sheeple expand their
range.

+1. Expanded NIMBY by the new suburbanites.

Right around here there is a terrible grin dispute about chickens.
Some ingenious lawyer type found what he considers a loophole in the
prohibition against poultry farms described in the bylaws of this
community. Berman now has had chickens and a rooster in his backyard
(the plots here are around 50x100ft) for a few years, despite neighbors'
protests. Some neighbors are up in arms because of the rooster noise,
someone was picked on by a chicken or the rooster (they sometimes
escape), the animals stink (according to some). Others consider the
chickens almost bucolic and consider the rooster's cries cute. It's
really hilarious, in my personal opinion.

I agree wholeheartedly with the prohibition on roosters.

The male of this particular species, besides being full of themselves,
and supplying little but distraction to the normally contented hens,
accounts for arguably less than 1/10 of 1% of any human benefit derived
from keeping a small flock of hens in a city environment, as well as
providing 99% of the opposition with justification for banning same.

Go ahead, ban the strutting, macho, wannabe peacocks ...

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"Swingman" wrote

I agree wholeheartedly with the prohibition on roosters.

The male of this particular species, besides being full of themselves, and
supplying little but distraction to the normally contented hens, accounts
for arguably less than 1/10 of 1% of any human benefit derived from
keeping a small flock of hens in a city environment, as well as providing
99% of the opposition with justification for banning same.

Go ahead, ban the strutting, macho, wannabe peacocks ...

As a farm boy, we allowed few roosters to run around. We let them get big,
then we ate them.

I told the story before. I knew some city slickers who came into some money
and bought a
"gentleman farm". It had a chicken coop and they decided they wanted fresh
eggs. They stopped by a roadside stand and bought 12 chicks. They bought
feed and fed them for months. But no eggs. They approached me to look at
the situation to determine the problem.

They had 11 big, strong roosters. And one very stressed out hen with most
of her feathers gone. This poor hen was running around all day with
roosters jumping on her for a little recreational sex. I was astounded.
When I reported my findings, they were unconvinced. I had to get into a
basic birds and bees discussion with them. They said they knew about sex.
They just could tell the difference between boy chickens and girl chickens.
I had to go out there and explain it to them.

Then they had the problem of 11 roosters. I told them they just had to
butcher them for fresh meat. They were horrified. So I got together with
another guy and butchered the roosters for them.. He was a cook and made up
big pots of chicken spaghetti. It was delicious.

Other fiascos followed. They planted a big garden and did not realize that
you had to weed and water it. They ended up selling the "farm" and moved
back to the city.

On 7/20/2012 11:37 AM, Lee Michaels wrote:


"Swingman" wrote

I agree wholeheartedly with the prohibition on roosters.

The male of this particular species, besides being full of themselves,
and
supplying little but distraction to the normally contented hens, accounts
for arguably less than 1/10 of 1% of any human benefit derived from
keeping a small flock of hens in a city environment, as well as providing
99% of the opposition with justification for banning same.

Go ahead, ban the strutting, macho, wannabe peacocks ...

As a farm boy, we allowed few roosters to run around. We let them get
big, then we ate them.

I told the story before. I knew some city slickers who came into some
money and bought a
"gentleman farm". It had a chicken coop and they decided they wanted
fresh eggs. They stopped by a roadside stand and bought 12 chicks.
They bought feed and fed them for months. But no eggs. They approached
me to look at the situation to determine the problem.

They had 11 big, strong roosters. And one very stressed out hen with
most of her feathers gone. This poor hen was running around all day
with roosters jumping on her for a little recreational sex. I was
astounded. When I reported my findings, they were unconvinced. I had to
get into a basic birds and bees discussion with them. They said they
knew about sex. They just could tell the difference between boy chickens
and girl chickens. I had to go out there and explain it to them.

Then they had the problem of 11 roosters. I told them they just had to
butcher them for fresh meat. They were horrified. So I got together
with another guy and butchered the roosters for them.. He was a cook and
made up big pots of chicken spaghetti. It was delicious.

Other fiascos followed. They planted a big garden and did not realize
that you had to weed and water it. They ended up selling the "farm" and
moved back to the city.


LOL Ahhh, the art of sexing chicks, something I once learned in FFA and
promptly forgot ... on purpose.

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On Fri, 20 Jul 2012 12:24:30 -0500, Swingman wrote:

On 7/20/2012 11:37 AM, Lee Michaels wrote:


"Swingman" wrote

I agree wholeheartedly with the prohibition on roosters.

The male of this particular species, besides being full of themselves,
and
supplying little but distraction to the normally contented hens, accounts
for arguably less than 1/10 of 1% of any human benefit derived from
keeping a small flock of hens in a city environment, as well as providing
99% of the opposition with justification for banning same.

Go ahead, ban the strutting, macho, wannabe peacocks ...

As a farm boy, we allowed few roosters to run around. We let them get
big, then we ate them.

I told the story before. I knew some city slickers who came into some
money and bought a
"gentleman farm". It had a chicken coop and they decided they wanted
fresh eggs. They stopped by a roadside stand and bought 12 chicks.
They bought feed and fed them for months. But no eggs. They approached
me to look at the situation to determine the problem.

They had 11 big, strong roosters. And one very stressed out hen with
most of her feathers gone. This poor hen was running around all day
with roosters jumping on her for a little recreational sex. I was
astounded. When I reported my findings, they were unconvinced. I had to
get into a basic birds and bees discussion with them. They said they
knew about sex. They just could tell the difference between boy chickens
and girl chickens. I had to go out there and explain it to them.

Then they had the problem of 11 roosters. I told them they just had to
butcher them for fresh meat. They were horrified. So I got together
with another guy and butchered the roosters for them.. He was a cook and
made up big pots of chicken spaghetti. It was delicious.

Other fiascos followed. They planted a big garden and did not realize
that you had to weed and water it. They ended up selling the "farm" and
moved back to the city.


LOL Ahhh, the art of sexing chicks, something I once learned in FFA and
promptly forgot ... on purpose.

Some time back an acquaintance was telling us about his first foray into
chicken ranching. He and his partner bought fifty chicks to raise. A few
weeks later he finds out that he has fifty little roosters. Someone was
better at sexing them than he was. ;-)

On Fri, 20 Jul 2012 12:37:07 -0400, "Lee Michaels"
leemichaels*nadaspam* at comcast dot net wrote:



"Swingman" wrote

I agree wholeheartedly with the prohibition on roosters.

The male of this particular species, besides being full of themselves, and
supplying little but distraction to the normally contented hens, accounts
for arguably less than 1/10 of 1% of any human benefit derived from
keeping a small flock of hens in a city environment, as well as providing
99% of the opposition with justification for banning same.

Go ahead, ban the strutting, macho, wannabe peacocks ...

As a farm boy, we allowed few roosters to run around. We let them get big,
then we ate them.

I told the story before. I knew some city slickers who came into some money
and bought a
"gentleman farm". It had a chicken coop and they decided they wanted fresh
eggs. They stopped by a roadside stand and bought 12 chicks. They bought
feed and fed them for months. But no eggs. They approached me to look at
the situation to determine the problem.

They had 11 big, strong roosters. And one very stressed out hen with most
of her feathers gone. This poor hen was running around all day with
roosters jumping on her for a little recreational sex. I was astounded.
When I reported my findings, they were unconvinced. I had to get into a
basic birds and bees discussion with them. They said they knew about sex.
They just could tell the difference between boy chickens and girl chickens.
I had to go out there and explain it to them.

Wow!


Then they had the problem of 11 roosters. I told them they just had to
butcher them for fresh meat. They were horrified. So I got together with
another guy and butchered the roosters for them.. He was a cook and made up
big pots of chicken spaghetti. It was delicious.

Pansy yuppies.


Other fiascos followed. They planted a big garden and did not realize that
you had to weed and water it. They ended up selling the "farm" and moved
back to the city.

People like that are a true waste of oxygen, aren't they?

--
Win first, Fight later.

--martial principle of the Samurai

"Larry Jaques" wrote in message
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On Fri, 20 Jul 2012 12:37:07 -0400, "Lee Michaels"
leemichaels*nadaspam* at comcast dot net wrote:



"Swingman" wrote

I agree wholeheartedly with the prohibition on roosters.

The male of this particular species, besides being full of themselves,
and
supplying little but distraction to the normally contented hens,
accounts
for arguably less than 1/10 of 1% of any human benefit derived from
keeping a small flock of hens in a city environment, as well as
providing
99% of the opposition with justification for banning same.

Go ahead, ban the strutting, macho, wannabe peacocks ...

As a farm boy, we allowed few roosters to run around. We let them get big,
then we ate them.

I told the story before. I knew some city slickers who came into some
money
and bought a
"gentleman farm". It had a chicken coop and they decided they wanted
fresh
eggs. They stopped by a roadside stand and bought 12 chicks. They bought
feed and fed them for months. But no eggs. They approached me to look at
the situation to determine the problem.

They had 11 big, strong roosters. And one very stressed out hen with most
of her feathers gone. This poor hen was running around all day with
roosters jumping on her for a little recreational sex. I was astounded.
When I reported my findings, they were unconvinced. I had to get into a
basic birds and bees discussion with them. They said they knew about sex.
They just could tell the difference between boy chickens and girl
chickens.
I had to go out there and explain it to them.

Wow!

It was pretty amazing. I felt like a grade school teacher telling a class
the difference between boys and girls. They had a hard time with that
concept. They only knew chicken as meat that came on a piece of styrofoam
with plastic wrap over it. It never occurred to them that there were girl
chickens and boy chickens. And I was considered some kind of back to the
earth guru for having this special knowledge. If they pulled that crap on
the farm where I grew up, they would have starved and died. Or my dad would
have run them off the place with a rifle.


Then they had the problem of 11 roosters. I told them they just had to
butcher them for fresh meat. They were horrified. So I got together with
another guy and butchered the roosters for them.. He was a cook and made
up
big pots of chicken spaghetti. It was delicious.

Pansy yuppies.

They had skills. Just nothing that could be used on a farm. Nothing
practical. The place was gorgeous, wonderful landscaping, trees, a pond and
lots of slate floors. But they couldn't fix a light switch. If you are
helpless in an environment that requires some maintenance. you either let
things deteriorate or you are always paying out big bucks to have somebody
fix things.


Other fiascos followed. They planted a big garden and did not realize
that
you had to weed and water it. They ended up selling the "farm" and moved
back to the city.

People like that are a true waste of oxygen, aren't they?

We had a falling out later. I ended up taking a lot of business away from
them because I didn't screw people and was honest.

On Sat, 21 Jul 2012 03:00:16 -0400, "Lee Michaels"
leemichaels*nadaspam* at comcast dot net wrote:



"Larry Jaques" wrote in message
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On Fri, 20 Jul 2012 12:37:07 -0400, "Lee Michaels"
leemichaels*nadaspam* at comcast dot net wrote:



"Swingman" wrote

I agree wholeheartedly with the prohibition on roosters.

The male of this particular species, besides being full of themselves,
and
supplying little but distraction to the normally contented hens,
accounts
for arguably less than 1/10 of 1% of any human benefit derived from
keeping a small flock of hens in a city environment, as well as
providing
99% of the opposition with justification for banning same.

Go ahead, ban the strutting, macho, wannabe peacocks ...

As a farm boy, we allowed few roosters to run around. We let them get big,
then we ate them.

I told the story before. I knew some city slickers who came into some
money and bought a "gentleman farm".

It was pretty amazing. I felt like a grade school teacher telling a class
the difference between boys and girls. They had a hard time with that
concept. They only knew chicken as meat that came on a piece of styrofoam
with plastic wrap over it. It never occurred to them that there were girl
chickens and boy chickens. And I was considered some kind of back to the
earth guru for having this special knowledge. If they pulled that crap on
the farm where I grew up, they would have starved and died. Or my dad would
have run them off the place with a rifle.

g


Pansy yuppies.

They had skills. Just nothing that could be used on a farm. Nothing
practical. The place was gorgeous, wonderful landscaping, trees, a pond and
lots of slate floors. But they couldn't fix a light switch. If you are
helpless in an environment that requires some maintenance. you either let
things deteriorate or you are always paying out big bucks to have somebody
fix things.

That's my kind of client: More money than sense.


Other fiascos followed. They planted a big garden and did not realize
that
you had to weed and water it. They ended up selling the "farm" and moved
back to the city.

People like that are a true waste of oxygen, aren't they?

We had a falling out later. I ended up taking a lot of business away from
them because I didn't screw people and was honest.

Oh, not my type of client at all. I won't work for a cheat if I know
in advance.

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