My day was full of chicken emergencies.
I am a chicken doctor.
I found a chicken on the side of the road yesterday.
I sat in a gym for 20 minutes holding a chicken wrapped in a beach towel.
I drove home with a chicken on my lap.
The chicken I found is not mine.
Also, I am a chicken doctor.
I found one of my hens dead in the coop.
I buried a chicken yesterday.
Apparently, I am not a very good chicken doctor.
The real question is…. how do you find the owner of the chicken that crossed the road?
I think I am the new owner.
Ramone calls coyotes, Timber Wolf, which sounds much scarier than coyote.
A timber wolf has eaten one of my hens and the dominate rooster.
Things are very creepy around the chicken world right now.