At work the other day, I noticed that some of the chickens had gotten loose. They followed me, so I walked back to the pen.
What I hadn't counted on was that ALL the chickens in the pen would run toward me.
I tried running away, but they all ran after me. Logic would dictate that I would close the gate after getting all the chickens back in the pen.
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That would have been a great idea if the pen had a gate. It didn't.
Eventually I called Jane (my boss) to help save me. She distracted the chickens until her son (the chicken owner) came to feed them. Just another typical day at work.
1 comments :
ROFL! I love the accompanying pictures.
Audrey, the great chicken whisperer! You're their prophesied messiah. XDDD
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