Okay, So a few months ago I wrote about that chicken in my backyard. Well, apparently, it got free since it came back a few weeks ago and flew on top of our lamp post. To answer a few questions: Yes. I have a lamp post in my back yard. No. I do not live in Narnia. And no. I had no idea chickens could fly up well over ten feet in the air.

Anyway so it turns out the chicken has been in the neighborhood for a while. It's been stealing my neighbor's dog's food. (Fun Fact! The dog USED to be our dog. We had too any dogs though and had to give it away. We gave it to the pastor my parents played cards with who later died and gave him to my neighbors. )

So the other day I stumbled out of the house ready for another uber-long, dreary day when my mom rounds the corner and says that there's 7 chickens in the front yard! 7!!!! I freak out. There's a rooster, five chickens, and one half grown chicken just chilling in the corner. Rhode Island reds. I got to school and when I asked my chicken farming buddy what to do he said with a strait face, "Get the axe." Me and Drew laughed hysterically.

In the end, my other neighbor called animal control. Now I live in the city. Not a huge city, but I'm only like, five minutes away from pretty much whichever fast-food place you can think of. So when I told everyone they sorta freaked. And... now I'm rambling because I had a crappy day and I thought writing about an un-crappy day would make my day slightly less crappy... It hasn't really worked, but at least I'm not dry sobbing in the middle of class anymore! Partly because it's 8:30 and I do not have any classes, but still! It's a start, yeah?