Outy-outy

[azurelunatic]

Another phrase from childhood: when cleaning berries, swallowtayle and I would declare the bucket that the unripe berries, sticks, leaves, spiders, and so forth went into as "the outy-outy bucket".

Tonight I tossed the box spring that was recycled when I first got it. It's all smashed, stained, stepped-upon, and broken. It was making my bed-pile more shaky than necessary, so I hauled it out.

Maybe it can be useful to someone else. Maybe it can't.

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[alphafenris.livejournal.com]

We used to give the outy-outy bucket contents to the chickens, who counted inchworms a delicacy.

Hokay. That 'splains things. I didn't even consider the possibility of chickens. I did know, however, that Alaska has one heck of a bounty when it comes to berries (I hear Alaskan preserves are a nifty cottage industry).

Now I've got the Horatio Hornblower story of tasty chickens stuck in my head.

[azurelunatic]

Plus, we were sorting them indoors at the general-purpose table, and before the days of the chickens, FatherSir would toss the unripe/overripe/squished blueberries in any part of the woods that he wanted to grow more blueberry shrubs in. It was more efficient to dump all twigs/leaves/worms/spiders/inedible berries in one outy-outy bucket, rather than sort some things to trash, other things to outy-outy bucket.

Chickens aren't a very typical household pet.