Can you believe how quickly the week went?
I can't!
Today I have a special treat for you - bad costumes, lots of feathers and really, really bad hair.
So get ready for
SUNDAY MOVIES WITH THE HAPPY GOATS, ER CHICKENS
Every day there is one chicken that won't leave the barn so the publicist has to carry her down. I think the chickens want our grain bucket. I know those chickens! They just want food.
The publicist apologizes for her bad costume - she says she doesn't dare wear her good clothes out with us goats because we climb on her and chew on her and we get our poop on her. I don't know why she says these things. I have never seen a goat climb on the publicist.
erm.
Tomorrow: Goatucation
17 comments:
The way the chickens are following you just makes me giggle like crazy!
you are like st. francis. that is just too funny how they chickens follow you! but then of course, if i have a treat in my hand teddy does the same thing. i hope you win bertie too!!!
Your like the pied piper of ....chickens....
Them some smart chickens. ;)
Chickens are funny. I wish a herd of chickens would follow me around!
I need to know about that sweet chicken who won't come out of the barn on its own.
The publicist is not only a chicken herder she is a chicken toter too!
The publicist is very lucky to have you walk the kinks out of her back for her. My husband would love this.
It's a chicken parade!!! Gosh, that's cute how they follow along.
I had goshawful hair today too! I had a bit of a braid fest with my wet hair last night... 16 tiny little braids.. Hermione, watch out! My hair rivals yours!
Nice Chickens!
Cici
That is just too funny. Feather and furry friends, it doesn't get much better. :D
We didn't know you can herd chickens! That was so cute and funny at the same time!
The publicist is like the Pied Piper!
That is just too cute!! :D
That looks kind of like mornings around here... except instead of chickens following the human around, it's cats.
The video wouldn't play for me for some reason, but I loved the picture!
No, our goats don't ever climb on us either, no way-no how.
Right.
They know the bucket-holder, don't they! My Guinea Hens used to fly out to meet me and land on my shoulders and arms, riding back to the coop. What a great way to start the day! Show your pretty face, next time...
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