Okay! so we now know who is laying what!

[Appalachickens]

Turns out he paid some kind of fine to the government—but not a cent to me. Instead, I was the one who had to prove my chickens were “pets” and not just livestock.

So when the inspector showed up, I called out “Chick Chicks!” and what was left of the flock came barreling over. Roo even crouched, then leapt right into my lap like a dog showing off. I looked at the inspector and asked, “So… where are my reparations?” Crickets.

So here I am, starting fresh with new varieties of fluffy butts—this time better equipped for defense—while we’ve turned our land into a fortress. (Yes, complete with a moat. Chicken kingdom secured.)

You only get reparations if the chickens are pets? What a weird rule. I’m glad you’ve got the place secured. That couldn’t have been easy or cheap.