As a little recap from yesterday's bizarrely stupid post about why Twist has chickens living with her. For those who don't read the comments, here is the answer.
OK, we got the chickens for their feathers - so I could make more window treatments. We will not be milking them, though our hens are dark and we're told they would, therefore, provide chocolate milk starting at around 16 weeks. When they've outlived their usefulness, we're going to give them to Amy's little dog and see if we get mickens.
The Elusive "Micken" with Star, Biggie Smalls and Tupac.
The Micken is a lover not a fighter.
The Micken does not lay eggs. But does lay "babies." ;) Poor babies.
The Micken is a one of a kind.
The Micken crossed the road because he needed to pee on the mailbox across the street. And the tree. And the bush.
The Micken pees a lot.
The Micken half crows and half barks to wake people up.
Which came first the Micken or the egg? What egg? I don't see any egg. Don't be stupid.
The Micken is real. For real real.
The Micken is in the hizzle.
The Micken loves you.
And You Tom the lazy steroid taking slacker. The Micken totally loves you. He loves all of Gods creatures.