dead chickens

i'm learning, through my beautiful friend polly, that weddings are not so easy to plan. there is so much detail that goes into it that i would not have expected. for example, should there be ribbon on the thing that hangs on the thing in the back of the thing that no one will see? man, so many details... and i usually like details.

i had the pleasure of staying for a while at polly's house out in the country. it is wonderfully country. they have chickens there. and they have baby chickens. baby chicks can be deceiving though, becuase they look all cute and cuddly but really when you pick them up they have pokey talons and they poop on your hand.

polly's mom also made this spectacular homemade pizza. mmm good. erin even got to help throw-a the pie-a in the air-a. and while we were sitting down to eat, polly shrieked as she remembered that she left the window open in the baby chicken cage, which basically means that they die because something about them needing to be overly hot and sweaty to survive... i didn't really understand because i thought, well chickens have fur and such + they're always under that gigantic heating lamp= they're warm and they live! but apparenlty that isn't how it works. so polly's mom ran off cause she thought polly had killed all the baby chickens, and i was devistated because, well, it didn't matter that they scratch you and poop on you, they're just so darn cute!

well the Lords saves, indeed. He saved the baby chickens. horray. and then we all ate brownies with coffee icecream. it was a great trip to the fort.

posted by *g* @ 9:35 PM