A few weeks ago I sent some sweaters to Mr. Scruffles Fatcat. This big guy is always surrounded by hot chicks. I tried this with my cat and lets just say my chair was shredded and the chickens were not having any kind of sweater action. My silkies really don't mind the sweaters....
At least not my girl Foot Foot. Rozz, my ADHD Polish, on the other hand....
Basically took off running across the yard like an angry child throwing a tantrum.
I often wonder what my neighbors think? Not that I care. We are a very eclectic family of humans. The Jimmy Buffet sticker on the back of my sons PT Cruiser gives them enough to scoff about. Not to mention my Great Pyrenees, Alaska, dragging up God knows what onto their perfectly manicured lawns. Just wait. I have Tax money, pinterest and an itch to create a whimsical themed Chicken yard!
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