I recommend getting a purse holster that you can add to your current bag. There's safety concerns with not having your gun holstered; as well 'the search' will slow down your reaction time.
The holster I have will fit nicely into the middle pocket of my purse, where the Ruger will reside alone. There's no safety on this gun, so I don't intend to walk around with a round chambered.
For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.
~ Carl Sagan
Although I did have a chicken (aracunda sp?) and a duck up until a couple of years ago. The chicken died of old age and the duck was killed by something one night. I assume a cat since it didn't eat him.
It was kinda fun to have them, and the eggs were absolutely incredible, but it's sometimes difficult to find folks to feed them when you leave town, so we haven' replaced them.
I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way. Mark Twain
Araucana -- noted for blue-shell eggs. (Or it might have been an ameraucana).
I've got some reds (Rhode Island, New Hampshire and Star) and a golden laced Wyandotte. My neighbors are happy to feed them when we're away, especially since they can keep the eggs.
Ours was red, my wife said she looked like the little red hen, but her eggs were pastel green, I had heard the can be either green or blue. and the yolks were a deep orange and stood up almost in a sphere, not like the pale ones you get in the store.
I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way. Mark Twain
Our next door neighbors have three Rhode Island Reds (I think), and we feed them all the time, even when the neighbors aren't gone! They love dandelion greens, and always come running to the fence when we go out into the yard. Watching a chicken run is always good for a giggle...
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”
Our next door neighbors have three Rhode Island Reds (I think), and we feed them all the time, even when the neighbors aren't gone! They love dandelion greens, and always come running to the fence when we go out into the yard. Watching a chicken run is always good for a giggle...
We used to feed ours cucumber slices, it was hillarious to toss one and see her run, then slide on the back porch concrete.
I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way. Mark Twain
You're not gonna believe this, I was just out chasing a chicken down the street, just a little bit ago... I was heading out to the Supermercado, when I see a bird struttin' down the sidewalk, like she's gonna use the crosswalk on the corner.
Thinking it's probably just a bigger, leggy pigeon; I can't believe my eyes at how red she is; this chicken! She's a chicken, just walking down the San Ho street.
At first, I think- okay an escaped house-hold pet chicken, let's see if she can cross the road after all. Then I think, no wait, I wanna pet chicken, and I've got a cloth bag in my hand (for the groceries) which leads to Loca running all over the side of the street; trying to catch this wayward poultry. Much to the delight of the commute traffic going by.
Meanwhile cats from all over the neighborhood are converging on this spot; and calling their kin on their catphones, because the damn hen can't stop clucking about much she doesn't want to be caught. Distress is the feline dinner-bell, and soon we're surround by slit-eyed stares. All this attention, finally reminds the bird that she has wings, and she laboriously flaps to the top of somebody's shed.
Well, damn it <sniff> I didn't want her that bad anyway! I beat she was a lousy layer too.
I think someone should start a thread about bizarre topic drift. This started out as a thread about getting a concealed carry permit and ended up in a discussion about... laying hens
"Hang on while I log in to the James Webb telescope to search the known universe for who the fuck asked you." -- James Fell
I've got some reds (Rhode Island, New Hampshire and Star) and a golden laced Wyandotte. My neighbors are happy to feed them when we're away, especially since they can keep the eggs.
Good lord Sue, I never figured you for a redneck urban chicken farmer....
Got an old Pontiac up on blocks in your driveway too?
bigskygal wrote:I want chickens!
I don't think they're legal within the city limits, though.
You'd be surprised. We live in a pretty densely populated suburb, and there's no restriction on chickens. (But we don't have a rooster, because we're good neighbors.)
Lord Jim wrote:Good lord Sue, I never figured you for a redneck urban chicken farmer....
Got an old Pontiac up on blocks in your driveway too?
Actually. it was a Chevy Impala, but just this weekend we got it running long enough to get it down to the mechanic, who's making it his project car. (Blown head gasket and god knows what else leaking under the hood, but it did have about 150k on it.) The Pontiac -- a '72 Grand Ville -- got towed away years ago, but that was some car.
Sue U wrote:Don't need a rooster for eggs; hens lay regardless, but the eggs aren't fertilized, and we won't get chicks.
Pleased don't tell me our self proclaimed "naturalist", Lo, asked such a dumb question as would warrant the above answer? It must be, as I cannot find any other reference to chicks on the page!
naturalist
nat·u·ral·ist /ˈnætʃərəlɪst, ˈnætʃrə-/ Show Spelled[nach-er-uh-list, nach-ruh-] Show IPA
noun 1.a person who studies or is an expert in natural history, especially a zoologist or botanist.
Fuck me pink, just when you think she cound't get more dumbassed!!!
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”