That is one of the strangest things I’ve ever written.
Our chicken is currently (and temporarily, more important) living in our guest room, but when we first brought her into the house we let her run around our entryway for a bit.
(And if you’re wondering why in the name of Poseidon’s butthole we have a chicken inside the house, the story is here.)
The chicken being loose in the house led to:
A.) Hopping up onto a chair.
B.) Flying from the chair to the top of the boot dryer.
C.) Tipping over the boot dryer in order to jump onto the cabinet.
D.) Seeing herself in the mirror FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. She was intrigued.
So…you know. Same old same old around here.
See you Monday!