Okay so I’m not going to keep banging on about chickens, but I watched the last instalment of Hugh’s Chicken Run with mixed feelings. He did really well and managed to get the people of Axminster to buy more free range chickens than value ones in his allotted week. But then they interview some mouth breathing pond dweller down the pub who puffs out his chest and says that Hugh’s never going to get a working class place like Axminster to change to free range as people can’t afford it. And there he is, the pillock, sipping on his three quid pints and smoking his four quid pack of cigarettes, saying he can’t afford another three quid a week to feed his family decent chicken. Grrrrr. Seriously though, think about the odd little luxury you bung in the trolley every week: chocolates? Magazine? Wine? From now on, mine’s going to be a nice, free range bird.
And I’ll leave you with a thought from my fellow blogger, Isitjustme:
“I need to know that the chicken I buy will do a lot more than just provide a roast dinner for the family. I need the chicken to provide lots of that lovely brown meat for chicken soup (children get sick you know) and then provide chicken stock as a base for tons of other meals. I need a happy chicken for this.”
