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There’s a chicken in my yard.

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In the former Soviet Union, chicken ( kuritsa) were called "Bush Legs" since President Bush worked a trade deal. Even today, chicken is often the only meat on menu in some places (except end of year when horses are round up)
 
I wouldn’t mind having a chicken show up. They’re great for bug control. I just wish the guy who lived three streets over took his honeybees with him instead of just uncaging the queen and abandoning his beehive when he moved.

Honeybees I can live with. They’re fairly mellow and not very aggressive. What I’m not happy about are the wasps and hornets that show up to prey on them.
 
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There's something very satisfying.... very top-of-the-food-chain.... about taking down two generations of chicken with one biscuit. ;)

@Chicory Blue don't name them or you'll never eat them. :roflmao:

Seriously, don't feed them or they'll be under your feet every time you come home. No joke.

Fact: I actually straight cannot eat chicken and egg biscuits or breakfast wraps because the thought of “mother and child reunion” wigs me out super hard. It’s not even a remotely reasonable or consistent fear- like, I have zero problem basting a cow in its own congealed baby formula. ... Well. Unless I say it out loud, I guess. Eegh.

But nah, I gotta order my egg-and-bacon biscuit and my chicken biscuit separately and eat them with a drink in between or I get queasy, despite being fully aware that the chicken was fried in a batter that almost certainly involved eggs.

I don’t make the rules. I just hallucinate them.

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Fact: I actually straight cannot eat chicken and egg biscuits or breakfast wraps because the thought of “mother and child reunion” wigs me out super hard. It’s not even a remotely reasonable or consistent fear- like, I have zero problem basting a cow in its own congealed baby formula. ... Well. Unless I say it out loud, I guess. Eegh.

But nah, I gotta order my egg-and-bacon biscuit and my chicken biscuit separately and eat them with a drink in between or I get queasy, despite being fully aware that the chicken was fried in a batter that almost certainly involved eggs.

I don’t make the rules. I just hallucinate them.

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Thank y’all for coming on this journey with me. It was pretty magical.

I opted at first to follow the chickens slowly, as they turned tail the moment they saw me and proceeded to walk away casually, but once they’d sauntered into a corner and realized there was no escape, they dropped the facade, flipped their lids and scattered a while before very awkwardly hopping the fence.

Turns out they’ve taken to touring all the local yards within a small radius of their coop at the property behind me. I’m sure not mad about it- I don’t actually use my yard for anything, so when local fauna annexes it for a while I’m just glad for the company.

The cutest part is when they started sounding the alarm, a super old dog ran up to the fence and started barking at me to leave his chickens alone. Noble protector. Good boy.

Anyway. Mission accomplished. Chickens chased. Was it worth it? I’d say so.

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Update: something is afoot here.

A chicken foot.

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There everywhere in Hawaii. Every morning, there was a family passing through my yard. I think they lived in the field in the back of house. It was funny though, because the family kept getting bigger. It was kinda like they were walking their kids to school.
 
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