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.
2 comments:
Sweetheart -- would you like to come spend some time? We can have hot flashes and mood swings with each other. (Only a true friend would offer this up -- conisder carefully.) *grin*
This is a awsome post Kathy!! I love that i am not the only crazy one, AND you are not alone!!! Its ok to love your animals, its awsome that someone does love theyre animals that much!! Most people have gone the other way these days....life is to busy to realize what life is about!! I heart you and your love for your chickens!! My momma is the same way!! And that is a good thing!! :)
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