So last night I had this dream, where one of my chickens laid a HUGE, like unreal sized, egg. An enormous, outlandish, triple sized egg. In my dream, I picked up the egg to go show it off to someone else and I broke it. I was so disappointed!
And so … today after work I checked the hen house and found a chicken had laid a really big egg. Not as huge as the one in my dream, but definitely noticeably bigger than average. I brought it into the house to give it a wash before putting it in the egg carton, and I BROKE it while drying it off!! Seriously! I can’t make this shit up, people.
Even worse, I was slightly late for work this morning because I had to stop my car on the side of the road and chase down a random stray chicken. I’m not even joking. Chickens can run really fast, but *I* can run faster than a chicken. I caught her – a pretty cream coloured hen – and decided that possession is 9/10ths of fowl law, so I drove back home and added her to my flock. Maybe she’s the one that laid the giant egg?
Well that’s just shocking. Look at my exaggerated face of shock, with the use of this handy prop. Yep.
^^ Captain Sarcasmo
In other chicken news, my bantam rooster and his lady love had some kind of bird flu (wuh oh!) and have been living in my house for the past week so they can take their antibiotics. The laying hens are unaffected by the cold, and if they take the antibiotics, we can’t eat their eggs, so I had to separate them. My life really has gone to the chickens. I just ordered some of these:
They’re called Frizzle Cochins and they have curly feathers!
Say Tweed, could I borrow your sarcasmo-shock face for a minute?
I promise I will be adding a real post soon – today it started SNOWING and it’s still coming down like crazy. So tomorrow we’ll take photos in the snow! Wheee!!
Now if only my pipes would thaw – I’m back in “no showering for Food Lady” land thanks to the obscenely cold weather. Le sigh.
You DO know that frizzles aren’t very cold-tolerant, no?
Poor FL! Hope your pipes thaw out soon.
If your pipes are frozen, I can send our BC-x up to visit. In addition to bathing you – not less than twice – he will floss your teeth. My six year old notes that he even flosses the *back* teeth… And all of it, sadly, quite true.
Here’s hoping that the truth shall set your pipes free. Soon.
Umm, that chicken looks like an evil Christmas tree. Yikes!
I don’t know what your blog designers have done, but I’m on the verge of giving up on 3WAAW. The photos are so huge that they exceed the boundaries of my screen, and the text is minuscule. I spend all my time using the scroll bars to go back & forth horizontally and then up & down vertically, trying to take in one photo. Result: I can see the tartar on Piper’s Mad Teeth but struggle read any of the captions.
Maybe it’s some bizarre setting that is exclusive to my laptop or my browser, and if so, my apology to your web geeks. Is no one else having this issue?
The Food Lady says
I can’t imagine why it’s doing that for you … I’ve viewed the sites on many browsers on a few different computers and I haven’t seen anything like you describe :(