I went to the post office to mail some stuff for work and as I'm walking across the parking lot I see a lady with her two little boys carrying some funny looking boxes. The side of the box said.....
- I live in Alabama.
- It's about 70 degrees today.
- That's just a little on the warm side.
- She's MAILING CHICKENS.
That last fact jumps a little ahead but it's still really important to this here story. Please excuse the southern dialect slipping in there.. them dang show chickens done got me all countrified. (Proper enunciation and grammar usage will promptly return upon publication of this post!)
Me: "I'm so going to have to blog about this"Lady: looks at me like I've just sprouted a second head and 8 sets of eyes
Me: "It's ok.. I've only had about 1,400 hits since January"Lady: "OMG I'm going to KILL my husband, this is the last time I'm doing this!"
I find out that although he gets to watch when his dad feeds the chickens, he's not actually allowed to help. He also tells me that he got bit or I guess that would be pecked, once on the leg. He was trying to steal the chicken's egg.
Sadly it was soon my turn in line and I had no reason to hang around and ask more questions so I said by to the lady and her sweet boys.. and the chickens.
Suprisingly there seem to be many things judges look for when judging show chickens. You can click here for a website that shows some of them. It's pretty interesting reading.
It's 5pm so I'm going to wrap this up.
Good night and BaKawk!!