So, last night I made a couple of Cornish Hens for dinner. After we finished eating I decided to let my girls pick whatever they could get off of the bones. Man did they clean them up. There was no meat at all left on the bones after just a couple of hours. Here are a couple shots of the chickens eating some chicken
After they finished up I went out to pick up all the bones so my dog couldn't get ahold of any of them. I came inside to throw the bones away and left the door open on accident and when I turn around this is what I find waiting for me:
It was sooo funny... they always come running to the porch when they hear they screen door squeak. I just didn't expect them to come inside. But my BSL, Henrietta was leading the pack right into my kitchen...she came right on in and gave me this look like, "So this is where you keep the treats?"
Just thought I would share...thought it was funny, although my wife wasn't to happy...
After they finished up I went out to pick up all the bones so my dog couldn't get ahold of any of them. I came inside to throw the bones away and left the door open on accident and when I turn around this is what I find waiting for me:
It was sooo funny... they always come running to the porch when they hear they screen door squeak. I just didn't expect them to come inside. But my BSL, Henrietta was leading the pack right into my kitchen...she came right on in and gave me this look like, "So this is where you keep the treats?"
Just thought I would share...thought it was funny, although my wife wasn't to happy...
