HOORAH! Woot-Woot-Woot! Yesterday I happily boxed up Satan’s Minions our chickens for transport to their new home! (Oh allllll riiiiight. So I didn’t really help. I supervised, didn’t I?)
Begone, winged beasts! Oh pestilent poultry! Fowl land mine leavers most foul! I command you to LEAVE THIS PLACE! *Walks the yard holding a cross at arms length, swinging an incense orb in her other hand.
I. am. so. HAPPY!
For those just tuning in, I have a real thing about chickens. Their beady eyes, flappy wings and terrifyingly bold nature freak me OUT. Me noooo likey. I’ll spare the regular readers, but do a search for “evil chickens” in here and you’ll have reading material up the yazoo.
I was especially happy to see them leave after I spooked them by accident –with a plastic bag of all things– and one of them flew up in my face and hit me hard enough to bend my glasses. In. My. Face. In-my-FACE.
IN MY FACE!!!
*Waves goodbye while giddily breathing into a paper bag.
The absolute last, final word: Alektorophobics, you are NOT Alone!