Wednesday I took my grandshoot on his first field trip to my Chicken-Raising Seester's place.
I wanted to visit Alice and Amy and comfort them in the loss of their friends, Marilyn and Tammy Faye.
The minute she heard our car coming up the gravel road, Auntie Chickie let her flock out for Little Man.
The minute Little Man had his feet on the ground, he went running for a closer look.
Of course, chickens are faster than little boys.
But, "if you feed them, they will come".
Auntie Chickie got out some oatmeal.
And Little Man spread it as far as his little arms would let him.
Auntie Chickie thought Little Man might like to meet Curly.
You can guess that his toes may have been the reason for his name.
A closer inspection seemed necessary.
Look at Curly's face.
Do chickens have thoughts?
"Whatever, kid."
"Geesh, enough about my toes already."
There are some very pretty hens and roosters at Auntie Chickie's place.
Remember the beautiful guinea feathers I showed you?
Here they are 'at home'.
Now, I'm thinking maybe God saw how attractive all those black and white feathers were and felt He needed to do something to keep the guinea from becoming vain and conceited.
He does all things well.
Look at this face.
All together now.
Gosh, you're ugly.
Who you calling ugly?
You're right.
I'll bet those lashes are the envy of the barnyard.
Well, back to Amy and Alice.
My seester says they are inseparable; always together where ever they roam.
I told her I wanted to get a picture of them with Little Man.
I perched Little Man on the back porch steps.
I manned the camera.
Auntie Chickie manned the 'girls'.
"Hello, Alice. Nice to meet you."
Auntie Chickie tried to add Amy to the mix, but there was too much chicken and not enough boy.
She really wanted me to have my photo, though.
So she decided she would just zip Amy right into Little Man's jacket, and Alice would stay close to be near her.
"Now listen here, Alice."
"I've got Amy, see..."
But Alice would have none of that tough talk, and she staged a revolt.
Now remember, Little Man had warned her... 'I'VE GOT AMY..."
Bwahahaha!
Bwalk!!!!
Alright, now before you turn me over to the animal cruelty people, or think dreadful thoughts about my grandshoot, Little Man truly did not know he was strangling poor Amy.
He was just a little boy trying to get a big chicken out of his little jacket.
And I was still shooting pictures.
Remember, Auntie Chickie was supposed to be manning the girls.
I promise you we left them healthy and happy.
Really.
I promise.