Feeding chickens

Feeding chickens, originally uploaded by blacsylc.

It's what happened afterward. ^_^

My aggressive rooster began attacking me. I swatted him away from me with my tripod as I held Leslie in my other arm and tentatively sprinted for the house. I wish the neighbors hadn't been in their yard. Oh, well.

This was my most fun pic yet. The animals love Leslie! The chickens, normally shy, came over to him immediately.

Also... I have a Twitter now! I'm so excited >> http://twitter.com/ophelias_dolls

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Comments

yuis said…

Your chickens are very good-looking. It is wonderful that they were drawn to Leslie. I am sorry Rooster decided to be aggressive toward you. Never mind those silly neighbors!

September 18, 2010 at 8:28 AM

Amanda said…

Thank you! Rooster doesn't like me much, but I don't care-- I love him anyway. My chickens have grown up to be all different breeds. They are an amazing mix. They are not allowed to have babies though. Four chickens is as many as we can handle!

September 19, 2010 at 4:44 PM

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