Irgata
Flower scissors. turned out to be very convenient for the kitchen, for cutting chicken bones, of course - not farm chickens, all the bones are hard there.
Beef veins are cut, just pieces of meat.
I have cats / dogs, so you often need to cut something meat.

Using flower scissors in the kitchen
I have this type of scissors, dexterous in my hand, sharp and quite strong

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Quote: Irsha
Flower scissors. turned out to be very convenient for the kitchen, for cutting chicken bones,
Mom has been using these for 30 years for flowers and for branches and for bones.
Ada-Adochka
Quote: Irsha
Flower scissors. turned out to be very convenient for the kitchen, for cutting chicken bones,
And I, on the contrary, cut flowers and branches with kitchen scissors

I remembered another use of the pruner

- Albert! He shouted. - Those secateurs! Let me have a look at them.

The secateurs looked, and indeed, very tempting. Round gleaming handles ended in small curved blades.

“Hmm, yes,” I said. - But do you think they can cut the horn?

- We'll find out now! - exclaimed Siegfried, brandishing the acquired weapon. - Albert, give me that bamboo over there.

- This is it? Asked the short shopkeeper, bending over a bundle of thick bamboo sticks for tying climbing plants.

- Quite right. Quickly, please.

Albert took one stick out of the bundle and walked over to my partner.

“Hold her in front of me,” Siegfried said. - No, no, not like that. Vertically. Thank you.

And with lightning speed, my partner began to bite off one inch pieces of bamboo, which flew in all directions. Albert just jerked his head as they darted past his ear. However, it soon became clear that he was very afraid for his fingers, to which the pruning shears blades fell with inexorable speed. His hands slid down the stick lower and lower, but Siegfried triumphantly completed the execution an inch above the poor man's thumb, who, desperately stretching out his hand with a short stump of bamboo in his fist, looked at my partner like a rabbit at a boa constrictor.

But Siegfried didn't think that was enough. With visible delight, clicking the pruner in the air, he ordered:

- Give me one more, Albert!

The unfortunate shopkeeper dutifully pulled out the second stick, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand as far as he could.

Siegfried set to work with such ferocity that the short cylinders whistled in the air like bullets. The shopper, who crossed the threshold, backed away in fright and hid behind a stack of buckets.

By the time Siegfried shredded the second stick and stopped half an inch above Albert's fingers, he was whiter than chalk.

“A lovely little thing, James…” Siegfried paused, snapped a pruner and commanded. - Albert, please, one more.

- Mr. Farnon, why ...

- Do not delay, do not delay, we have a lot of work. Get her here!

This time, Albert's jaw dropped immediately, and the stick danced all the time. Siegfried, apparently determined to carry out the last test with maximum effect, wielded the pruner so furiously that his eyes did not have time to follow his movements. A tornado of cylinders - and in the hand of a semi-insensitive Albert remained a pitiful little stump.

- Wonderful! Siegfried exclaimed. - We take it. How much?

“Twelve shillings sixpence,” Albert hissed.

- And for the bamboo?

“Ah… er… another shilling!

My partner pulled out a handful of coins, bills of various denominations, and small surgical instruments from his pocket.

“There's a pound in here somewhere, Albert. Well, get it out!

The shopkeeper with a shudder pulled a pound from the chaos in Siegfried's palm and, crunching bamboo fragments, went to the checkout for change.

Siegfried tucked the money into his pocket, clutched the purchase under his arm, and headed for the door.

- Goodbye, Albert. Thank you.

Catching up with Siegfried, I saw through the window that the shopkeeper was looking after him with glazed eyes.

The pruners really served us well, but even with small animals, all the other difficulties were enough. We have been using general anesthesia for quite some time. When an animal in a muzzle with chloroform sank to the ground unconscious, we removed the horns quickly, but, as experience showed, to our great horror, the operation rarely went without severe bleeding. Two red streams shot up into the air, splattering everything and everything for ten paces around. In those days, one could tell at a glance when the vet was removing the horns: his collar and face were all stained with caked blood. True, they immediately invented an ingenious tourniquet of twine, wound between the horns so that it reliably pressed the arteries. However, the pruning shears blades often cut the twine, and blood began to beat.

Then there were two useful innovations. First, it turned out that it was much more profitable to cut off the horns, while capturing about an inch of skin - then there was almost no bleeding. And secondly, it turned out that local anesthesia is much more effective and incomparably more convenient. Injecting several cubes of anesthetic solution into the region of the temporal bone and into the branch of the fifth pair of cranial nerves serving the horn is a simple matter, the animal did not feel anything at all: often the cow peacefully chewed gum all the time while I cut off her horns.

Harriott James> And they are all creatures of nature

Irgata
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Harriot James

old english recipes from the books of Harriott.
Olga VB
Girls, thanks for reminding me of James Harriot.
he has one short story in the memoirs of a rural veterinarian - "The Rite of Ensuring Fertility", over which I always laugh to tears, no matter how much I read it!



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