Can you say busted?! I knew there were chickens living near me. I’ve heard them. I’ve seen them. But of course when anyone of importance comes by for a visit, they can’t be found or heard. Well there they are. The proof is in the picture… or my front yard. Mom was going to the car the other day and saw them. She took this picture. And although it is fuzzy (she’s not as good as me taking pictures), you can see them! There is a mom and babies. See the little balls in the middle – babies!
These are what I’ve been hearing right near my bedroom window. They belong to the neighbor next door. When mom tried to get closer, they ran in their backyard. So there you go – PROOF of the ‘farm’ next door.
Now, I’m off to make lunch plans. For some reason, I’m craving a two piece snack with not so many feathers – snorts with piggy laughter.
Oh and P.S. I’ve now turned this investigation over to Hemi here at the Hotel Thompson. He told me he could get ‘clearer’ pictures. Shaking my head. He always has to try to ‘up me’ on one. Let’s see if he can this time.