vista uz balkona

Ar vienu vistu pietiks? Sākumā nogriezīsi vienu spārnu, tad otru, tad kaklu... Un beigta būs!

Smejos balsī, kad lasīju.

:d es ariiI!!!

Nerea.
Tā jau ir cietsirdīga izturēšanās un dzīvnieku spīdzināšana par ko liek cietumā.

Zīle, nu bet kā citādāk pie mērces tiksi, ja ir viena vista? :D

Senos laikos, kad nebija naudas cukuram, virs galda stiķītī piesēja cukura gabaliņu un dzerot tēju uz to skatījās. Varbūt arī autors skatīsies uz to vienu vistu un ēdot iedomāsies, ka tā ir vistas mērcē?

Mazāk nervus bojājoši būs vien nopirkt vistu veikalā. Ja vien negribi tikt miljons.com kā trakā dāmīte, kas uz balkona audzē vistu :D

Nekas nav pretigaks, ka putnu meslu smaka. Un, ja grasies turet uz balkona Tev jarekinas, ka bus gan smaka, gan skana, gan kukaini, par ko domaju stipri iebildis Tavi kaimini.
Un rekinoties ar to, ka gatavojies audzet esanai, tad jabut pamatigam pulcinam putnu, kas to visu padara vel neiespējamāku.
Ja gribi vistas sava tuvuma, tad nekas neatliks ka parcelties uz laukiem.

Padomā, cik viņa noēdīs , ka sūdiņi būs jāvāc aiz viņas, nemitīga klukstēšana. Vēljoprojām gribas?
Vista nav nemaz tik dārga. Ej un pērc veikalā.

autore plāno audzēt uz balkona vistas un kaut tās dzīvoklī. fantastiski!

Atcerējos anekdoti par griešanas pa daļām tēmu:

Two farmers, John and Henry, were sitting around talking about their day when John notices a pig with a wooden leg hobbling across the front yard. He turned to his friend and asks, "Henry, why does that pig have a wooden leg?"
"Well, John, that pig...," his eyes mist up, "That pig's mighty special! A few weeks back a wild boar attacked me while I was in the woods. That pig there came a runnin', went after that boar and fought him off. Saved my life!"
"And the boar tore up his leg?"
"No, just got a few scratches, nothing too serious. But that night the barn caught fire. That ol' pig started squealin' like he was stuck, woke us up, and before we got out here, the darn thing had herded the other animals out of the barn and saved them all!"
"Ahh so that's when he hurt his leg?"
"No, John, the next day my tractor hit a rock and rolled down the hill into the pond. I got knocked clean out. When I came to, that pig had dove into the pond and dragged me out...but that's not how he hurt his leg." "Oh no, no, he was fine. Cleaned him up real nice, too."
"Okay, Henry. So just tell me. How did he lose his leg?"
"Well", Henry begins to explain, "A pig that amazing...you don't want to eat all at once."