[this took place yesterday - 1-16-2013]
So, is it the first day of my weekend. Being a Zookeeper means that sometimes I have a schedule where I work on the weekends and get weekdays off. I don't mind. Seeing a movie on a Wednesday morning pretty much guarantees my pick of seats in the theater and less of a chance of youngun's in there with me.
But I digress, it is my Saturday and I'm lazing in bed. The sun has just come up. I have a window open and the fresh, cooler morning air is drifting in. A cat sits on the windowsill watching the world. My dogs are snuggled against me, a comforting warmth. A chicken clucks outside...
Wait a minute... a chicken? I roll up onto an eblow to look out and don't see it. Maybe I just imagined chicken sounds as I was lazing in and out of sleep. I'd had a pretty cool dream about Nathan Fillion as Castle and we'd exchanged some very friendly glances (quiver ladies) so I was eager to try and get back to that, but then I heard it again, closer this time, along with rustling leaves. I look again and sure enough...there's a chicken in my front yard.
So, is it the first day of my weekend. Being a Zookeeper means that sometimes I have a schedule where I work on the weekends and get weekdays off. I don't mind. Seeing a movie on a Wednesday morning pretty much guarantees my pick of seats in the theater and less of a chance of youngun's in there with me.
But I digress, it is my Saturday and I'm lazing in bed. The sun has just come up. I have a window open and the fresh, cooler morning air is drifting in. A cat sits on the windowsill watching the world. My dogs are snuggled against me, a comforting warmth. A chicken clucks outside...
Wait a minute... a chicken? I roll up onto an eblow to look out and don't see it. Maybe I just imagined chicken sounds as I was lazing in and out of sleep. I'd had a pretty cool dream about Nathan Fillion as Castle and we'd exchanged some very friendly glances (quiver ladies) so I was eager to try and get back to that, but then I heard it again, closer this time, along with rustling leaves. I look again and sure enough...there's a chicken in my front yard.
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