Catching chickens is one of the funnest things we do. We have to be really careful catching the chickens because they do attempt to escape our grasp. They cluck, and peck, and try to fly away, but if you have a firm grasp on them there's no letting them loose. Here are Morgsie and I going to catch the chickens.
Ah victory is ours! They give up a good fight, but the concluding results favor the competitors sixty times larger than them. Here are some pictures of Morgsie and I holding the weaker one of the bunch.
The absolute hardest chicken to catch is a white chicken we soon gave the name of Lickity Split to. We all chased him around the farm for days trying to catch him. Why catch a chicken you may be thinking quietly to yourself. Well, for those of you who have never felt the little heart beat of a chicken next to yours, or felt his wings flap in your very own hands then this question is just. But for those of you who have experienced this rare occasion, you can understand my pasion toward embrasing these fowls. Here are Morgsie and I holding the white chicken. Don't let her fool you, I'm the one who really caught him, she's just posing for the pic.
2 comments:
Impressive! You are fearless! I can't believe this is my sister! (The cowgirl not the chicken, although you would think I would be more closely related to the chicken).
Love the slide show
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