They've been playing it cool for a couple of months now, but the birds have now sent a specialist. He appeared around the house yesterday morning while my wife was walking the dogs, which of course caused them to go insane.
This picture was taken from my front door. Had I delayed two seconds, he would have walked right in the door and started doing rooster-y stuff inside the house, dogs be damned. This guy was pretty agressive, actually.
Now, the funny thing is, we live nowhere near a farm. We live right next to the freeway, actually. So there's no reason why this guy should have been wandering around my neighborhood last night except that the birds have sent him to kill me. Thankfully, he didn't pose a major threat, as he's. . . y'know. . . a chicken.
Just a side note -- Edie and Sadie really, really want to eat him.
3 comments:
yeah but they taste good fried or baked or grilled as beer can chicken.
I have to disagree with pops. I'd say batter that s.o.b. and pour some 5 alarm wing sauce on 'im ;)
Or maybe it's just because of football season that I have a craving for hot wings....
I had veggie riblets instead. I'm too lazy to butcher my own chickens, and I've been asked not to hunt my food in the grocery store with a shotgun anymore.
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