A Poultryman Goes To China, Part 2 of a 3 Part Series
In this post, I want to share more specifically about the poultry we saw in China. There were poultry all over the place in China, everywhere I looked I would see something new and fascinating.
In the last post, I mentioned the family of Christians that we met and had tea with in their home. In villages in rural China, most people live in abject poverty and these kind people were no exception. It was especially kind of them to invite us in for tea, and later they displayed even greater generosity.
As we were entering their home, I saw a flock of chickens and paid great attention to them and and investigated them.
They were Buff Columbian color pattern with big strong legs like a Buff Brahma. But they did not have feathered legs. The Christian family noticed that I was watching the chickens and that I was very interested in poultry.
While we were eating supper that night our Christian friends walked into the dining room with a live chicken for us as a gift. They insisted that we take it and that we have it for breakfast the next day. We got to butcher a chicken in China! Eva’s father butchered the chicken and I got to watch him. He collected the blood so that he could cook it.
While riding the bus through rural southern China we saw ponds all over the place that had hundreds of ducks or geese on them. We probably drove by thousands of these ponds. It is like driving through Wisconsin and seeing a dairy farm, or driving through South Dakota and seeing a round bale of hay or Black Angus cattle; they were everywhere! Each pond had netting walls and covers on them. The ponds were filled with fish and had either ducks or geese on the banks and swimming on the pond. It seemed as though one pond would have White Pekins, the next pond would have Rouens or mallards, and the next pond would have Brown Chinese or Brown African Geese.
I wish I had been able to go visit these ponds in person instead of just seeing them from a bus. I would have liked to know if they were Rouens or Mallard ducks and if they were Chinese or African geese.
While in the countryside of Yinfu I also saw a flock of Muscovy Ducks. They were black muscovies that ran loose in the village. We saw many more ducks in China than you typically see in the US. Duck farms were all over the place and right along side the road in open air ponds. We rode the bus from Guangzhou to Yinfu, from Yinfu to XianXian where my brother had taught for a year. While we were riding the bus from Yinfu to Hong Kong there was a flat bed truck with yellow plastic crates of Pekin Ducks on it that passed by the bus. One of the crates was open and ducks were flying out of it. One duck was sitting behind the crates and I felt like it quacked, “See ya later” as it was driving past us.
Shopping for poultry in China was much different than anything I’d ever experienced in the US. Next week’s post will be all about what we saw in the grocery stores and open air markets in China. Stay tuned for the final part of the series A Poultryman Goes to China.