And once again I am thankful that as a mammal feather ripping is not considered foreplay. Hubby saw his first bit of chicken love yesterday, he walked away shaking his head.
What Nikki doesn't want you all to know is that she's got a secret lair in the grand canyon where she's breeding assassin quail with lazers for eyes! Muhahahahahaha...ha....huh?
Um... never mind. Carry on..