Thursday, June 27, 2013

chickens don't know gratitude

I visited Rea last month for my birthday.
While we strolled her five acres discussing the long-term farm plan i noticed a Rhode Island Red rooster hopping about frantically. His feet were all twined up so we set about unhobbling him.
Did he thank us?
Was he grateful?
i could keel you right now with just ma angry glare
This is why i prefer them in McNugget form.
I just saved your life,
Mr. Could Not Walkerston.
Don't eyeball me, boy.

1 comment:

Rea said...

HA!!! This is one of the one's destined for "freezer camp"!