And I'm very sorry to my Chickiepoo...
but she is too big to live in my sock drawer now and I'm not naming names but one of the chickens gave me an up close and personal experience with, ahem...chickie poo. Again, I'm not naming names but she is no longer invited because I like clean socks.
And why would my Brother In Law need a lap dog when he has a lap chicken?
Lou thought it was fun to feed the chickens from her hand. That is suprisingly brave considering the traumatic experience she had with a turkey in the "petting zoo" at Sedgwick County Zoo when she was three. Let's just say her "sucking thumb" needed a serious bandaid and the turkey would have been done away with by Doc and me but we were afraid of ending up on the 6 o'clock news being portrayed as crazy people who killed petting zoo animals.
My little nephew thought it was way more fun to play in the chicken feed than to play with the actual chickens.
Bub, on the other hand, discovered just how wylie chickens can be when you chase them.
The Southern Gentleman was hesitant, to say the least. He was happy to be attached to my leg and watch.
We finally got him to, at least, touch a chicken. He was REALLY impressed. really.
However, Trigger the cat was very impressed by the chickens. He thought they looked like a tasty treat.
The chicken was either confident in the chicken wire or too stupid to be afraid. Either way, she was not concerned.