Think of the Children!

[stoutfellow]

This one's for hornedhopper, courtesy of James Lileks:

“Once I went to get eggs in the chicken coop. It smelled. Horrible. Chicken poop. I walked in and they all went NUTS, jumping and cawking and screeching like they’d never seen a person before.” In retrospect, who can blame them? I had come for their children. I would leave with their children. Their agitation was entirely understandable.

Read the whole thing.

ETA: Oh, and here's a bedtime story.

Comments

[carbonelle.livejournal.com]

Lovely thanks (for both). I do so like Liliks.

[filkferengi]

Thanks for sharing the love!

[hornedhopper.livejournal.com]

Oh, I just now have read both! They were each delightful in totally different ways.

The funny thing about chicken and pigeon byproducts is that they *don't* smell when just on the ground. The aviary doesn't reek at all until there is rain or a leak in the sprinkler system. Apparently, the addition of H2O to aviary soil is the key to unlocking the Evil Vapours of Methane and Sundry Other Foetid Airs. Otherwise, it's fine.

As for his chickens' horror of him, coming to kidnap their children (which made me giggle aloud), imagine how our *pigeons* feel when the chickens are let back in at the end of the day: Buffy immediately looks everywhere to see who might have laid an egg for her to eat. Right in front of the parents. One time, I remember, Buffy having finished eating the contents, the parents tried to gather up all the egg shell bits and the mother sat back down on them, crooning! Poor thing.

Eric's bedtime story was terribly funny. Did you see the one comment about the "Sauberfloete"? Snort!

Thanks for sharing.