Swan.
While not quite farm related, but continuing on the theme of animal slaughter, I was about 5, sitting in the back seat of the Humber Super Snipe.

Mum was driving the family (4 Older siblings + dog) to our annual beach holiday. We were barrelling along a causeway, when a particularly dim black swan ambled across our path and was subsequently mown down by 2 tonnes of fine British engineering.

Mum stopped the car, inspected the swan, ascertained it was dead (and still warm) and popped it in the boot.

There was a deathly silence in the car. My older sister asked "what are you going to do with the swan".

"Probably mash and gravy" says Mum.



edit: If the Queens finds out, we'll offer her a bucket of KFC in compensation.
( Ken Oath, Wed 30 May 2012, 15:46, 1 reply)

Treason!
Dead swans are the property of the Queen. Your mother should be banged up in the Tower.

But it's OK, because I did that to her last night.
( ousgg is not seeking approval, Wed 30 May 2012, 19:50, closed)

5 kids
She has been banged up enough already
(Carpe Cyprinidae, Wed 30 May 2012, 22:34, closed)

Well, at least it's 5 times more than you'll ever get.

( Ken Oath, Wed 30 May 2012, 22:52, closed)

Well can you let her out please?
It's her feeding time.
( Ken Oath, Wed 30 May 2012, 22:50, closed)