It's official, I've gone right over the edge, jumped the tracks, lost my marbles, and am ready for the men in the white coats.
Yesterday, my favorite chicken, Henrietta, disappeared. I was devastated. I bawled like a baby. And then, two hours later, Henrietta reappeared. I have no idea where she was, or what deviltry she was up to. I was so happy, I tried to hug her. For the record, chickens, (at least Henrietta) do no like to to hugged. I have the scratches to prove it.
Yep, I'm crying over chickens and trying to hug them. Someone call the looney bin, and get my room ready.