I am telling you again, the chickens are fine, JUST FINE! They really do stretch out like that just to freak me out, which they do every time, even though I should be used to it by now. I think chickens have a little passive-aggressive mean streak. When they were tiny baby chicks, they would run around and then drop like bean bags and lay apparently lifeless all around the brooder. Except they were just sleeping. This sunbathing thing is even weirder, because they get all stretched out with with stiff legs sticking every which way and then just lay still like that, soaking up the rays. Let’s take another look, shall we?
Not dead
Still not dead
See? Genuine Photographic Evidence. Do not call police. I can’t go back to prison. I’m afraid of tattoos, ever since my assclown went from happy to sad. I really don’t want to talk about it. Don’t ask me.
Something I do want to talk about is this:
Lola gave me this, and I am so glad I made her laugh! (And she didn’t even see the clown.) You should take a look at what she is up to. She bought about half a million boxes of cereal and after it all got eaten she started making things out of the boxes and liners. It almost makes me want to have six children that will eat a lot of cereal. (Psych!) If I were giving out this award, my list would have to go on and on and on and . . . Well, you get the picture. Here’s a hint, though. Most of those people over there on the right (my clever commenters) have blogs that RULE!
One person who doesn’t have a blog is my brother Bob. Don’t you think Bob should blog? I do. He has about a million stories to tell, a few of which might actually have a grain of truth. And as you know, as long as there is one grain of truth, the whole blog is legally true.
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I still question the dead chickens. I figure you have enough running around that the average chicken eye wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. I calling someone…like Colonel Sanders!
I guess if I had (chicken) breasts and legs like theirs I would spend more time in the laying in the sun.
You make me laugh HARD!! But (or should I say Butt?) I’m not sure I’m ready for a frowning assclown………..yet.
I’m going to laugh about the assclown for a very long time. Probably when I’m not supposed to be laughing. Thanks in advance for getting me in trouble.
Now about those chickens. I was worried to death about them. I really thought they were dead. You shouldn’t do that to people. Have you thought about taking them to a neurologist? I don’t think this is normal behavior.
Bob should totally blog. He left a comment on my break up letter to JT and I was so excited. I wanted to tell someone, but I couldn’t think of who to call that would care since Karen has left me. I would be a faithful reader.
About that chicken problem, our chicks like to play like they are in the clutches of death. We take the children out to the coop to water and feed them, and one or two will be lying there, nearly lifeless. But, when we attempt to pick them up to put them out of their misery, they some how instantly revive. My husband thanked me the other day for removing the dead chick from the coop …I had not. Seems the rascal was faking it. Now, I don’t mind if they want to scare their brothers and sisters with these tactics, but it isn’t necessarily good for the children. Dr. Phil should do a show on farm kids and the psychological trauma they indure in the pursuit of a good ole shake n bake drum stick, or a simple sunny side up.
As for Bob, he should have a blog. He could call it “My Sister Has a Frowning Assclown”. Hey, how about a contest to name Bob’s Blog. Maybe we’ll come up with a name he likes so much, he’ll have to use it.
Dude! I never would’ve thought they’d sunbathe like that. Or maybe they’re playin possum? Either way, it’s frickin’ weird!!
Well I am glad you posted those pictures of your chickens being ALIVE. I was up all night worrying about how you could have possibly killed your babies by letting them sunbathe! Now I can rest easy knowing you aren’t a chicken-killer! haha
Personally, I think it was a very, very good job of chicken make-up.
Don’t birds sunbathe to get rid of….ugh….lice?? I feed the wildlife here at the Wyzard Wildlife Compound and the strangest sight is when the bluejays line up on our cedar fence and spread their winds out and hang there, looking like giant butterflys.
As for Bob? He’s never even visited MY blog, so to heck with him!!
dead chickens are easier to cook, what with the hot grease and all.
and I visit dana’s blog a lot. she is one of the top 14 strangest people I’m not related to, and in the top 5 scariest.
WHEWIE!! I’m so glad to see they are among the living. I was starting to wonder just what kind of Mom you really are:)
I know you are still a good one!
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