Last year I needed some yard work done so I hired "a guy." I was walking him around the yard explaining what I wanted done and we came up on Roxie and Georgia, my two silkies. They were both in mid dust bath and had dug quite a set of holes. They were completely engrossed in their dust bath and didn't notice us until we were standing right next to them.
Well, they both saw us, hopped up and ran off in a hurry.
The gardner guy was jumping around waving his arms, "WHAT TA @$%$# WAS THAT?!?!?!?" "HOLY @#$% THERE WAS TWO OF THEM!!"
I was rolling...
After several minutes of explaining that they were chickens and completely harmless, he was OK with it (but he still looking over his shoulder until he left)
The next day I saw him pointing at the run mumbling to the work crew, ".....El Pollo Loco...."
Well, they both saw us, hopped up and ran off in a hurry.
I was rolling...
After several minutes of explaining that they were chickens and completely harmless, he was OK with it (but he still looking over his shoulder until he left)
The next day I saw him pointing at the run mumbling to the work crew, ".....El Pollo Loco...."
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