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This guy!

Excuse late, I’ve been chasing a chicken ’round and ’round a sheep field.

Occasionally, one of my birds pops through the double fence and finds itself in the field next door. This is bad. They frequently can’t find their way back and, isolated from the flock, they’re very likely to get picked off silently by something carnivorous. So when somebody doesn’t turn up at roll call, that’s where I look first.

Unfortunately, it was Sam – my quickest and nimblest chicken. Bastard ran me ragged.

Worse, we’ve had thunderstorms all day. Every time I ducked under a hawthorn, it pissed down my back. Worse yet, I finally cornered him in a patch of stinging nettles. Yes, I was wearing shorts.

My shins are alive with the sound of music.

So I’ve had a hot bath and a cold gin and I’m off. Stupid rooster. Yes, he’s fine. Wet and sorry for himself, like me.


Comment from dissent555
Time: August 17, 2022, 11:18 pm

Sam, you handsome devil, you!

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: August 18, 2022, 12:54 am

That is indeed one mighty fine looking bird-brain.

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: August 18, 2022, 2:13 am

It’s like rescuing your kid from some disaster they got into. You know you can’t let em get hurt, but the whole time you were probably cussing him out threatening to.

Sorry about your ankles though.
He’s too handsome the become dinner.

Comment from Anonymous
Time: August 18, 2022, 7:26 am

We need video of that next time.
Put it to Benny Hill music and you’ll blow up Youtube.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: August 18, 2022, 11:33 am

Upvote for dissent555. Sometimes you just gotta go walkabout.

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