Feeling Wingy(less)

Last night we decided it was finally time to let the chickens be out and about during the daytime (while the our very curious boxers stay inside) so before we opened the door for free roaming, we headed to the store to pick up some scissors so we could clip their flying wings (totally painless and harmless!!). Figuring we'd just hit the closest store to us, we picked Wal-mart. If you ever decide to have chickens and need to clip their wings I don't suggest going to the craft department at Wal-mart where the cranky old lady with poofy gray hair sits with a menacing stare that dares you to ask for any type of assistance for if you do may the Universe come and save you from the secret CIA moves she secretly practices on her breaks just in case someone like you happens to ask a question that she just might consider one of the most stupid questions on the face of this earth...or she might try to eat your kids. Anyway, we did dare to ask (and thank Goddess she didn't pull out the CIA moves or eat my kids, but we both know she was thinking about it) if she might happen to know which pair of scissors one should use when preparing to clip the tips of chicken feathers. She thought we were joking. After assuring her that we were indeed not joking and wanted to clip feathers she told us to go "that farm store". Yes, we know we should have gone to the farm store but we had guests who were soon coming to visit and upon their visit were planning on feasting on Oreo pies, fresh raspberries and a bit Jell-O topped with whipped cream, and orange smoothies made with non-chlorinated water as of the guests who were coming there happened to be a chlorine allergy among them and we didn't have any of the ice cubes made with the non-chlorinated water or any of the desserts made yet...we the ingredients for those up on that same shopping trip....so we didn't have time to go "the farm store". Sooooooo......while cranky old lady with poofy gray hair walked away deciding whether or not to call security on the hooligans with chickens, we picked out a grand pair of scissors (and the rest of our goodies) and headed home to clip, mix, whip, and refrigerate.

Oh...and the chickens did quite well. I think they enjoyed Kade crooning softly to them, "Don't worry little chickens, me-me keep you safe."

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