Ran out of fish. Not particularly surprised because, like I said, they’re not very filling. They’re not very big either. I mean, I can eat three or four at a sitting. It’s like if you decided to try to eat sunfish or crappies (does anyone know what sunfish and crappies outside of my grandfather and me anymore) instead of a good-sized bass.
Anyway, as much as I hate to do it, I spent the day hunting ducken for meat.
I tried to leave my own flock alone and only hunt the ones that were outside of my pen, but there’s so many of them that I suspect the ones inside my pen are slowly escaping.
I never did figure out how my horses got out.
Back to the topic: ducken meat. Cooking it now, on a wood fire, which smells a lot better than coal.