tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927652976660901418.post2814915555324208107..comments2023-09-16T07:40:01.698-07:00Comments on In The Trenches - Budgeting for Financial Survival and Recovery: Clipping WingsCarol Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02277120447454788570noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927652976660901418.post-68540044680986892142012-11-20T20:06:01.154-08:002012-11-20T20:06:01.154-08:00Good analogy. I never have cut the wings of chick...Good analogy. I never have cut the wings of chicken feathers, only the ducks, and it was when they first were brought home.Carol Schultzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02277120447454788570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927652976660901418.post-80663439782808055242012-11-20T19:31:34.365-08:002012-11-20T19:31:34.365-08:00My hens are free-ranging most of each day, but the...My hens are free-ranging most of each day, but they have a covered yard for day and night. I prefer to keep their wings intact, giving them freedom to escape from a predator. Some of the hens are old and heavy, so I don't know if they could escape or not. They do have their full abilities, not hampered by my cutting folly. <br /><br />I preferred to frighten them by throwing pine cones at the fence when they were about nine-months-old and looking up to see what was up there. I honk the horn when they start to follow me to the car. They don't like noisy fences or cars, so they stay safe and free. <br /><br />Some people can see the threat of debt and never actually be in bondage. Like my hens, they reverse course at the hint of losing their lives and keep their freedom.<br /><br />The new six-month-old hens only go where the older ones do. They learned. Practical Parsimonyhttp://www.practical-parsimony.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com