So I picked up my last chicks from the feed store today... 5 Buff Orps, 5 SLWs, and 5 Americaunas. I stopped by my mom's house to pick up all of my chicken-raising supplies, and while I was there, I ended up catching a teenage-gopher. I didn't have the heart to dispose of him, so I put him in a plastic box for "relocation" somewhere away from the gardens and lawns. Let me set the scene for you:
A box of 15 baby chicks, seat belted into the front seat. A blue plastic kiddie pool, folded in half and stuffed unceremoniously, into my back seat. There's a roll of chicken wire, a light, and a 50lb sack of scratch in my trunk. Oh yeah, and a gopher on the floor of the front seat, in a plastic box.
As I climbed into the car, I thought..."Gee, I hope I don't get pulled over."
I have suddenly become that crazy lady that lives down the street, with all the cats and chickens
A box of 15 baby chicks, seat belted into the front seat. A blue plastic kiddie pool, folded in half and stuffed unceremoniously, into my back seat. There's a roll of chicken wire, a light, and a 50lb sack of scratch in my trunk. Oh yeah, and a gopher on the floor of the front seat, in a plastic box.
As I climbed into the car, I thought..."Gee, I hope I don't get pulled over."
I have suddenly become that crazy lady that lives down the street, with all the cats and chickens
