Every morning when I get up, the first thing I do is let the chickens out – not only because I want them to be happy, but also because I care about the neighbors, and the chickens start talking very loudly when they aren't let out.
But every once in a while, Pocohantas and Chanteclaire stay on the roost, screaming (clucking) their fool heads off – until I come out and physically lift them off the roost and toss them out into the chicken yard.
What it is that gets into their heads, whether they suddenly think they just can't jump all the way from top roost to bottom to box to ground, I don't know. A death wish?
Chicken for dinner?
2 comments:
Hahaha
Chicken for dinner?
Ha..
I didn't know you have chickens! My aunt has some chickens...I have a dog... [I know that's not really the same...]
Some people don't like living with animals, but I was just thinking that Snow White and Cinderella always had animals around. I think it takes gentleness is character to care about something that most people consider to be of lesser value.
I just ranted a little bit about Disney characters...ha
You should try your chicken with a little rice...
tastes so good!
Hey Seda!
It's Ashes! I started a new blog [undercover of course] to document the trials and fun times of my LGBT relationship and lifestyle. Ha.. doesn't that sound great? Anyways, I hope you visit!
I felt the need to share the REALITY of my life with people, to hopefully start a small movement of understanding. Anyways, thanks for inspiring me!
peace,
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