Animal Feeding Quotes

I am not a pig farmer. The pigs had a great time, but I didn't make any money.

Someone told me it's all happening at the zoo.

In my garden, which is a big garden, I have one part that is my bird garden, and every morning, 365 days a year, they get buckets of food - for the birds, for the squirrels, the chipmunks and the turtles in the summer.

Right, I breast feed baby camels in my backyard just for the freaking fun of it. Just tell me where you live, Pinocchio, and save the baloney for lunch.

On the farm, I had chores. I had a calf. We had a herd of cattle in the pasture. We'd go and get me a calf at a cow auction with Amish people, which I would raise. I gave it a bottle every day, in this cute little coop, like a giant dog coop almost. I've always been a big animal person.

We're feeding all these zoos. And that's getting bigger and bigger.

Pasture comes before prayer.

I feed horses and goats and sheep all day and, once in a while, come and talk about movies.

When I lived in Delhi, I used to visit the Lodhi Gardens and feed the pigeons, crows, and ducks there.

I go to Union Square Park, mostly to take care of squirrels.

And Max, I've put some scraps in a bowl for your dog," Mom said. "It's on the floor, by the back door." The flock and I went still. Uh-oh, I thought. Total stomped up to me, his glare accusing. "A bowl on the floor!" he seethed. "Why don't you just chain me to a stake in the yard and throw me a bone!

Garden: One of a vast number of free outdoor restaurants operated by charity-minded amateurs in an effort to provide healthful, balanced meals for insects, birds and animals.

My grandmother was not a highly educated woman but she told me as a small child to quit feeding stray animals. You know why? Because they breed.

I think the more rational explanation is that the excision of a five-to-six-foot leech from the surface of a human body means that that body is going to have more of its own blood in its own veins. Unless the leech finds another body, it is going to go hungry.

When I was a kid in Indiana, we thought it would be fun to get a turkey a year ahead of time and feed it and so on for the following Thanksgiving. But by the time Thanksgiving came around, we sort of thought of the turkey as a pet, so we ate the dog. Only kidding. It was the cat!

I spent all night feeding the homeless to dogs.

I feed foxes. I'm not supposed to, but I love it.

The animal world seizes its food in masses little and big, and often gorges itself with it, but the vegetable, through the agency of the solvent power of water, absorbs its nourishment molecule by molecule.

We have nine hungry Rottweilers on the farm.

With all due respect to the nation's fish and game departments, more deer die because people hunt them than because people feed them.

I keep endlessly busy with all kinds of stuff, mostly horses, cattle, livestock, things like that.

I gave away two dogs years ago because I felt guilty at not being able to give them the time and attention they deserved. I now regularly feed an army of squirrels and wild birds around our house.

I grew up on a pig farm, about 2,500 pigs - we had way more pigs than people.

In Yellowstone National Park, there are more 'do not feed the animals' signs than there are animals you might wish to feed.

Keeping animals, I have learned, is all about water. Who even knew chickens drank water? I didn't, but they do, and a lot.