As most of you know, we have some chickens, if you’ve never spent time watching chickens you really need to, they are amusing little bumbly things. There is little else as funny as watching a chicken running toward you.

Fourteen years ago when we lived in Fl, if you’d asked me if I would ever be in the bathroom holding a chicken and cleaning its ass… I totally would have said no. Yet that’s exactly what I did this afternoon. Kestrel was not thrilled with the whole thing, but she couldn’t stay as she was.