A Farm & Skuduk Paddy Fields
Have you ever woke up one day thinking, "I need to get out of this cage"?
Felt like that on Wednesday. It was a public holiday, and my colleagues happened to also have a last minute trip to the outskirts of Kuching.Â So I just jumped out of bed, got ready, grabbed my car keys, picked up a companion and sped up to the 25th mile from Kuching city to meet them.
Â We started off with one of our friend's farm at Tapah Village where we saw chicken! These chicken are bred for their eggs. We learnt how they are sorted by colour, gender and age.
And what happens to the broken ones. They aren't wasted! People do buy them. Sometimes, my friend's family consume them too.
It reminded me very much of the stories my late mother used to tell me about their childhood. She used to live on a farm where all 10 siblings of hers would be responsible for something such as caring for the animals and plucking fruits in the yard. I remember how she told me she liked little piglets most. But always get afraid when mama pig grunts when she plays with the piglets.