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It was that dagnabbit Impy that was making everything worse! He was screaming his alert alarm non-stop. I was trying to staple some plastic up on the front of the coop, getting Impy even more upset. DH was s'pose to be helping me with the plastic sheeting, but he spotted his harley and there went my help.
Every time Impy would holler, the girls would squawk and cower some more. Of course he left the girls in the coop and was doing all his screaming from under a bush, all by himself.
I can't tell you how many times in that half hour I reminded Impy of what I could do to his scrawny little head with that heavy duty staple gun.
Thor? He quietly moved his girls to the woods, far away from the noise of the iron horse; like the sensible rooster that he is.
OH!,
I'm so proud of myself, I stood up to the evil plastic monster and survived.
down with plastic!
Impy- did throw the girls under the bus