Next time I will take Rat and rat, yes, the POISON, give it to my chicken so that it dies without slitting(sp) its throat. Ill still feed on it ma broda OTIENO.
Back in the days,mum kept so many of them, free range style. any visitor coming would send us chasing the chickens all over the compound,under the granaries and even under the chair where the Mgeni lady was sitting (thats how I got to know ladies put on red panties, but thats a story for another day)...
We would then slit the throat of the hen, put some container for the blood to drop (mum would cook the blood for us) and phew....only then would I be sure it would be a SOUP day.
Pray that it did not rain otherwise kukus know how to duck and you'd be very muddy before u catch it. Im honestly nostalgic.
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