so last year for Christmas dad said that he would build a chicken resort. she has begged him for countless years and he finally gave in. when he told her this i immediately said i want nothing to do with this "project". as usually i was suckered into it. okay so after a thanksgiving dinner of guilt, prepared by my mother, i decided that i would help out. so we made the coop and ordered chickens... a few months later we had 8 more mouths to feed. you know how my familia is with the whole everything has a name bit. so if you look above you can see them. the two red ones go by the names Lucy and Ethel (try to figure out who is who) one of the white ones is Janet and the four black ones and the last white one are, yes you guessed it the Jackson five. Liz named the five and Janet. mom named Lucy and Ethel. so when the chickens are young you can't tell the lady's from the gents. so... we ended up with Satan's alarm clock. yes a rooster. my dad says his days are numbered, my mom thinks she has a new boyfriend, i think we should eat him. mm mm chicken... there is only two good things our chickens are good for, 1. to scare. they get all freaked out and try to run away. 2. the eggs. they are good and we get a lot. mom has me run them to the neighbors. but yeah mom wanted me to let everyone know about her chickens. i hope this year we don't get a cow...
