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Something funneh
Jul. 26th, 2007 09:20 amAs I was putting on my Thundercats t-shirt today I caught a glimpse of the care instructions on the back of the tag. At the top of the instructions in bold it says: "Change your shirt."
Jul. 26th, 2007
More Adventures in Chicken Poking
Jul. 26th, 2007 07:33 pmI hate chickens BIRDS.
I go out to water the plants and figure I should probably go ahead and put the chickens and ducks in for the evening. I always go to put the ducks in first, just because of the way the gates are arranged it's much easier that way.
So I stroll in, herding them along, all is going well UNTIL ... Frog decides to help me. The ducks bolt past me and into the corner that the chicken tunnel cuts through. Apparently there is a duck sized hole there. Who knew?!
Now the ducks are in with the chickens. I had to go block the chicken house door so that the ducks couldn't get into the chicken house in case I couldn't separate them in the lower yard. Go back around and herd the chickens into the upper yard, without letting the ducks in there with them and without getting attacked by the rooster. FUN!
I managed this, I am proud.
I blocked the tunnel so the chickens couldn't turn around and come back into the lower yard. Wrangled the ducks into their yard and into their house. Went around and opened the chicken door and by the time I had got back around to the back the chickens had mostly gone on in. I herded the last couple in and while patting myself on the back I got down on my hands and knees to shut the chicken door. I reach in to shut it and the rooster CHARGES AT ME! I, of course, SCREAM and jerk my arm back and the door falls into place.
I hope it hit that fucker in the face. Fucking birds.
I go out to water the plants and figure I should probably go ahead and put the chickens and ducks in for the evening. I always go to put the ducks in first, just because of the way the gates are arranged it's much easier that way.
So I stroll in, herding them along, all is going well UNTIL ... Frog decides to help me. The ducks bolt past me and into the corner that the chicken tunnel cuts through. Apparently there is a duck sized hole there. Who knew?!
Now the ducks are in with the chickens. I had to go block the chicken house door so that the ducks couldn't get into the chicken house in case I couldn't separate them in the lower yard. Go back around and herd the chickens into the upper yard, without letting the ducks in there with them and without getting attacked by the rooster. FUN!
I managed this, I am proud.
I blocked the tunnel so the chickens couldn't turn around and come back into the lower yard. Wrangled the ducks into their yard and into their house. Went around and opened the chicken door and by the time I had got back around to the back the chickens had mostly gone on in. I herded the last couple in and while patting myself on the back I got down on my hands and knees to shut the chicken door. I reach in to shut it and the rooster CHARGES AT ME! I, of course, SCREAM and jerk my arm back and the door falls into place.
I hope it hit that fucker in the face. Fucking birds.
