Bad Girls...

I remember saying something to t'wife one night as we sat out back admiring our six cute little fluffy hens-in-waiting... "Wife.." I said, "one day we won't be calling them 'The Girls', instead it will be 'Those Damn Chickens'...

That day has come...

What was, we thought, a one time thing where one of the Reds decided to roost one night up in the big Rhoddie, has now become a way of life for Elvira, one of the buffs...

Or in her case, a way of Death...

I'll be darned if I'm gonna spend 30 minutes every damn night trying to coax her into the damn chicken run along with the damn 5 other girls... and of course, the more she does this the more likely the others will think it's like way totally cool and start doing it as well...

Not gonna happen, damn it....

And if it does, we are having a LOT of chicken BBQ in the near future... hmmm - just in time for my upcoming 50th birthday party... mmmm young and tasty...

Careful girls - daddy's getting ideas...

Damn obligatory picture of damn chickens... it's a damn rake girls, calm down... (not pictured: Damn Chicken)...



Another damn picture of those damn chickens... think they notice the axe and chopping block in the background????



So at the advise of a damn friend... oh wait - he's a human...

So at the advice of a good friend who has damn chickens, he suggested just keeping all the damn chickens locked up in the coop/run has a reminder of where their damn home is... if this doesn't work.... mmmm chicken and dumplings...

Those Damn Chickens.....