My rooster hates my eeyore pajamas. He sees me in them and he makes the alarm sound that sends all the hens running for cover.
The first time he did it I thought he must be seeing something - in the sky maybe - that I wasn't; but no it's the pajamas.
I love my eeyore pajamas. I refuse to stop wearing them just because my rooster has issues. I also refuse to get dressed just to go to the coop. That's one of the perks I like best about living on a isolated farm. I only get dressed when I feel like it.
He doesn't mind my Evil Kitty pajamas, only the eeyores. Flakey rooster.
The first time he did it I thought he must be seeing something - in the sky maybe - that I wasn't; but no it's the pajamas.
I love my eeyore pajamas. I refuse to stop wearing them just because my rooster has issues. I also refuse to get dressed just to go to the coop. That's one of the perks I like best about living on a isolated farm. I only get dressed when I feel like it.
He doesn't mind my Evil Kitty pajamas, only the eeyores. Flakey rooster.