Monday, November 15, 2010

Food Chain

I woke up this morning to the unmistakable sound of crowing.

Rooster crowing.

Under my bedroom window. A rooster.
On my deck.

I do not have chickens. Well, until today.

I explained to him that he was close, but not at his house. I also explained my dislike of germs, including his poop, which I could see he was thinking of expelling on my deck.

Lastly, I explained how I am a huge fan of chicken, which includes roosters. Roasted.
And that I'm a very good shot.

Which I proved with the Super Soaker.

He won't be back.

You know you're in for a great day when the first thing you do is hunt a chicken with a squirt gun.
Good times.

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