July 27, 2005

The latest additions to our "pet" situation are...chickens. Yes, we have chickens. Actually they're not ours, but they hang out in my backyard and my mother decided to start feeding them. The first to appear was a rooster. I think he has something against me because he's been known to walk all the way over to my bedroom window and wakes me up at the crack of dawn with his singing.

He then found himself some chicken company. I don't know where these animals came from, but they had 7 chicks together. This being a neighborhood and not a farm, I guess cats, dogs, cars or even kids got to some of the chicks. So now it's just a 4 chick crew.

Thanks to my mother, they are now used to waiting at the backdoor for food. I don't really have a problem with that. My problem is that they stand, sleep and sh*t all over the patio furniture and floor. If you've ever had the privilege of being around chicken sh*t, then you know what I'm talking about. For those of you who don't know...black-stinky tar.