Bobbie was talking about taking one of the chickens to the 9-year-old's school for bird week. Becky would be the obvious choice, she's tame, friendly, and easy to catch. She might want a more normal looking chicken, in which case you're talking one of the reds or the black austrolorps.
So I'd seen people who had pet chickens that went with them everywhere, and they had little harnesses...
I found what I thought was a dog harness out by the shed, and I tried it on Becky, even at its smallest she walked right out of it. So I tried it on the drake, that didn't work at all, he's just shaped wrong, with his legs way at the back, his wings slipped right out of it. There was one more victim I could try it on, and it'd serve the bastard right for attacking me yesterday:
Turns out the thing is a GOAT harness. and while I thought the beast would slip it as soon as I put him down, I had to catch him twice to get it off of him.
Yes, THAT is a very defeated Velocirooster. He's surprisingly calm once he's off the ground. I thought of the
lottery ad as I carried him across the yard to show Jerry.