I often have to suffer the suspicious stares of my chickens when I grill.
For your information, our girls are pets and egg layers only. But I’m not sure they’re so sure.
21 Nov 2010 5 Comments
by scolgin in Starlets, Yoga Students & Quinoa (stories), Video Tags: chicken
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Nov 21, 2010 @ 18:58:07
They probably still wonder about where the Roosters went.
Nov 21, 2010 @ 19:35:23
They’re Hens of the Disappeared.
Nov 21, 2010 @ 23:38:41
HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA
Nov 21, 2010 @ 23:48:46
Why am I suddenly reminded of the “City on Fire” song in Sweeney Todd, when the crazy beggar woman smells Mrs. Lovett baking pies?
“Smoke! Smoke! Sign of the devil! City on fire!…. Somebody somebody look up there, Didn’t I tell you, smell that air! City on fire!”
Nov 21, 2010 @ 23:54:14
Those must be Fleet Street chickens! (At least the ones on the grill!)