My mornings go something like this: 4:30 AM: My cat/rooster Scarlett bats at the closed blinds in my bedroom as the sun rises so that I will open them for her. I oblige because she will continue batting at them, … Continue reading
A while back, my dad and I were shopping at the Chestnut Hill Mall in Boston. As we were walking through the mall between stores, we came upon an unusual display.
Want to guess what it was?
Close, but no.
“I give up.”
White Crested Black Polish Bantam Chickens!
I WANT ONE.
No, seriously. I REALLY WANT ONE.
Or a whole brood of them.
I never thought I would say this, but that perm is sassy.
I think I’ll call her Elvis.
This is her husband. Who said men can’t rock long hair?
He reminds me of Cruella De Vil.
In a good way.
Whoever is responsible for this display needs a raise.
And I NEED some of these chickens.
Y’all come back,