My mother has a hobby. It is raising chickens. Yes - it's a hobby. A wonderful edible hobby.
Sunday I went home to visit my parents because they just got home from their road trip to South Carolina and Florida. For you newer readers of my blog you can read about how my chickensitting experience went the first time they left town here.
This time I was not in charge so I am taking no blame for the Hens having giant bald patches on their backs. It turns out it's no one's fault. No - it's not even alien mutilation. It's really horny roosters.
My mother is quite upset. "It's all my fault. The books say you should have 10 hens for every rooster and I have 8 hens and 2 roosters."
While she frantically worked to create another pen to keep the roosters away from the hens my father made this astute proclimation.
"Nothing but a bunch of damn chicken rapists around here"
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