No, not me chicken chasing, more like the chicken was chasing me and I don't even like eggs. I don't eat them. I don't even really eat chicken.
Tuesday, I was chased into Big T's stall by the chicken. Trying to explain to him why I was putting the stall door between him and me and the chicken was definitely interesting, especially when the chicken just stood there for a really long time glaring at me.
Now you need to keep in mind, it's never the red chicken, it's always the skinny white one. It's got really long claw talon-y thingies that I know it wants to use to claw me with. But the red chicken never even looks at me. It never glares at me. It never chases me. So while I'm not overly fond of chickens in general, at least the red one and I have a mutual avoidance thing going on. The white chicken, well, that one is my nemesis over there.
Is there a such thing as chicken rabies? I swear, that white chicken may have some kind of chicken rabies that makes it want to stalk me. Maybe I should give the chickens names. Thelma and Louise? Wilma and Betty? Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn?
Thursday, it happened again. The chicken--the white chicken--yes, it chased me again. This time, it chased me into D's stall. Then the white chicken and the red chicken flew up several feet off the ground to the window and they both went outside and stayed out. So yes, Streak is correct about chickens being able to fly short distances and birds are kind of scary, especially these two.
I was decisive about some things during barn time. I decided who the equids would sound like if they had human voices.
Here goes in no certain order.
Big C: Matthew McConaughey
Little C: Bobcat Goldthwait
Big T: Owen Wilson
F: Carolyn Hennesey
A: Sandra Bullock
W: Jimmy Stewart
J: Sam Elliott
D: Robert DeNiro
Am I creative or what? If Streak's dog had a voice, he'd sound like Eeyore. Have I mentioned that?
If my cats had voices, they would sound like Eliza Doolittle from My Fair Lady, before her voice coaching--that would be The Fat One. The Smooky One would sound like Prince if he had a voice. (I think Tigger, my previous cat, would have sounded like Mr. Rogers or Bob Ross, the painter guy.)
The Cancer Bitches group has attracted the notice of quite a few ladies and there are more and more joining, so obviously, there was and is a need for a group like this. We aren't afraid to discuss things on there and no topic is disallowed, be it surgery, chemo, or radiation related.
Did I mention the fridge for the new house is kosher? Evidently, it has a Sabbath Mode Setting. Since I didn't know what that was, I had to look it up. There was much work accomplished on the interior of the new house this week, which is awesome.
Pinterest stats will be updated soon. There seems to be more interest in my activity on there than anywhere else, which I cannot explain.
We'll see what sort of trouble I can get into during the course of the weekend here, especially since grocery shopping needs to be done.
Tuesday, I was chased into Big T's stall by the chicken. Trying to explain to him why I was putting the stall door between him and me and the chicken was definitely interesting, especially when the chicken just stood there for a really long time glaring at me.
Now you need to keep in mind, it's never the red chicken, it's always the skinny white one. It's got really long claw talon-y thingies that I know it wants to use to claw me with. But the red chicken never even looks at me. It never glares at me. It never chases me. So while I'm not overly fond of chickens in general, at least the red one and I have a mutual avoidance thing going on. The white chicken, well, that one is my nemesis over there.
Is there a such thing as chicken rabies? I swear, that white chicken may have some kind of chicken rabies that makes it want to stalk me. Maybe I should give the chickens names. Thelma and Louise? Wilma and Betty? Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn?
Thursday, it happened again. The chicken--the white chicken--yes, it chased me again. This time, it chased me into D's stall. Then the white chicken and the red chicken flew up several feet off the ground to the window and they both went outside and stayed out. So yes, Streak is correct about chickens being able to fly short distances and birds are kind of scary, especially these two.
I was decisive about some things during barn time. I decided who the equids would sound like if they had human voices.
Here goes in no certain order.
Big C: Matthew McConaughey
Little C: Bobcat Goldthwait
Big T: Owen Wilson
F: Carolyn Hennesey
A: Sandra Bullock
W: Jimmy Stewart
J: Sam Elliott
D: Robert DeNiro
Am I creative or what? If Streak's dog had a voice, he'd sound like Eeyore. Have I mentioned that?
If my cats had voices, they would sound like Eliza Doolittle from My Fair Lady, before her voice coaching--that would be The Fat One. The Smooky One would sound like Prince if he had a voice. (I think Tigger, my previous cat, would have sounded like Mr. Rogers or Bob Ross, the painter guy.)
The Cancer Bitches group has attracted the notice of quite a few ladies and there are more and more joining, so obviously, there was and is a need for a group like this. We aren't afraid to discuss things on there and no topic is disallowed, be it surgery, chemo, or radiation related.
Did I mention the fridge for the new house is kosher? Evidently, it has a Sabbath Mode Setting. Since I didn't know what that was, I had to look it up. There was much work accomplished on the interior of the new house this week, which is awesome.
Pinterest stats will be updated soon. There seems to be more interest in my activity on there than anywhere else, which I cannot explain.
We'll see what sort of trouble I can get into during the course of the weekend here, especially since grocery shopping needs to be done.
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