My sister asked how Daniel was dealing with the chicken trauma. I summarized it with a conversation we shared on a drive home from school.
|Pullet One and Pullet Two|
“Well, we have two doggies….” I paused because I wasn’t sure where this was going.
He chimed in, “We only have two dogs because chickens are livestock. Not pets.”
|She's a Grand Old Flag|
On another note Plymouth, the rooster, was removed from the Cape Cod Coop yesterday because he was continually "riding" our hens and started showing signs of cock-a-doodle-dooing. My neighbors wouldn't have appreciated that.
So, back to the feed store.
The chicken exchange isn’t worth delving into because it’s become rote. Let’s just say we now have two pullets (young female chickens that haven't started laying eggs) and two more Mystery Chickens, like Roadrunner, that appear to be wearing furry boots.
|Daniel messing around before his airsoft battle. God Bless America! AMEN!|
Happy Memorial Day Weekend! Be safe out there!