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Archive for March 19th, 2009

Getting the Chickens Under Control

Mar
19

Girls?
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First of all, you need to get tidy. You’re not pigs. You’re chickens.
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Stop throwing the straw out of your nest, and start polishing your eggs a little bit. Let’s keep it clean. And would you start sitting on that nest already? I want babies.
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Also, whoever is laying on the floor?
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Cut it out.

And you. Mean rooster!
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Stop looking at me and huffing at me and nipping at my legs.

And the rest of you hens? Those of you who AREN’T LAYING???? Let’s practice some visualization techniques.
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Imagine you are in a beautiful garden filled with fruit and vegetables and cracked corn spilling from overturned buckets.

Now imagine you feel naked…..
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…..and hot.

You feel very, very hot.
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You feel burning, scalding, boiling hot.
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Because that garden? It’s chicken heaven, where you’re gonna be when YOU ARE FRYING IN A SKILLET. NOW START LAYING EGGS ALREADY!!!

And that goes for you, too, Mean Rooster. I mean, not the laying eggs part. I’m not calling you a hen!!!
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I’m just gonna leave now…..
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While I’ve got stuff under control and everything…..

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I’m so eager to have new chicken babies. As soon as I have enough chickens, I can start free-ranging.

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