If I was a chicken…
I’d totally want to live at The Girl Who Thinks She’s A Bird’s house…
For starters…the daily scraps…
Far out way the negatives around here…
Remember Ricky Raccoon?
Well he struck again last night…
After dinner The Handsome Husband told the kids to lock up the chickens for the night…
And about 5 minutes later they came running into the house with wide eyes…
“Black Fatty and one of the Mean Old Chickens is missing”
Crap…
I ran to get my shoes before The Handsome Husband could go off on one of his “I hate chickens… they are a pain in the ass” rants…
After searching in the dark for a few minutes I spotted the Mean Old Chicken beak down in the dirt next to the fence… and poor, sweet lovable Black Fatty was no where to be found…
NOT.A.GOOD.SIGN…
The kids and I soon decided she was dead… and went back inside…
But The Handsome Husband stayed outside…
(Not because he was looking for the chicken mind you… but because he was out there ranting about how he hates chickens and what a mess they make and how they are nothing but trouble and how he can’t believe we haven’t been thrown out of the neighborhood yet because of them and blah blah blah…)
Finally… after about 10 minutes… I looked out the window and saw him shining a flashlight on a shrub… and seconds later… out popped Black Fatty…
That smart bird (with a very small head The Girl likes to point out) had been hiding out (quietly) in the bushes… waiting to be rescued.
What a SMART CHICKEN!!!!
The Girl Who Thinks She’s A Bird cried…
And then asked if her chicken could stay inside with her for the rest of the night…
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Good Job Handsome Husband…
Maybe I’ll change your name to the Chicken Whisperer…
We know you LOVE them 🙂
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