Neighborly Chickens????

The other day, I came home to this:

In case you are wondering what that is in the middle of my field, let me just say it is a large cage.

I also found these:

2 new chickens.

Yeah.  Oh joy.

Because in my mind.....

This:

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This:

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This:

CRAP-TASTIC!!!!

I was gone only an hour.  To the grocery store.  To make sure my family would be able to eat for the weekend.  As you can image I was a bit surprised to find 2 new chickens.  Because if you have been reading this blog for awhile you know that chickens are not my favorite pet.

So, I stomped my way into the house in a huff and questioned the hubs.  I would have shone a light in his face and used my superb interrogation techniques but I was seriously taken aback by the whole chicken situation.

Anyway,  I asked where the hells bells those chickens had come from.

Apparently, the neighbor lady upon seeing my car leave came over with a large pen and two chickens she wanted to get rid of. 

Make no mistake, I really like our neighbors.  They live 1/4 mile down the road.  They don't bother us.  We are all friendly and know if either of us needed anything all we have to do is ask.  But................and here is the big but...................she knows I no likey the chickens.  So, she waited until I drove off because she knows the hubs will tell her sure. 

Nice. 

I just had to ask him why she would want to give up 2 chickens that apparently are producing 2 fresh eggs a day.  I mean, what's the catch?  It just seemed too good to be true.

The hubs just shrugged his shoulders. 

Let me say this, I love the hubby.  But when they were passing out common sense, he refused to take it.  The man is brilliant, super book smart, but common sense he is lacking.  It never occurred to him to question her.

Well, yesterday I found out why she dumped the said chickens on us.  She did it because they are just flat out mean.  M-E-A-N.

Chicken bullies.

All I have to say is this:

Well played neighbor.  Well.  Played.  A tip of the old hat to you.  You have given us two chickens who are the biggest chicken bullies I have ever seen. 

Also neighbor, just wait.......one day you will have to go to the grocery store too.  And you never know what neighborly thing I may drop off at your house.  Because, I know your hubby will agree to it too.

Oh, and here is the song my sweet 8 yr. old composed about the chickens that day:

In case you can't read an 8 yr. olds chicken stratch (pun intended):

Chickens are mean,
Chickens are cruel.
I hope I don't get,
Chicken pot stew.

I couldn't have said it better myself.