The Chicken Conspiracy

This is our rooster.

His name is {something} (suggestions anyone?)

For now I will call him Percy. I've been watching the Scarlet Pimpernel. :)

Our little friend here is in the garage. He shouldn't be here.

He should be here.

More precisely, here. See the mud? That means "chickens belong here."

Instead, he is here.

And here.

And here.

About now is where a time lapse happens. I pick up the above rake and chase the rooster with it, knowing the situation to be hopeless. He will never on his life cross the long snowy yard to the chicken coop. I half-heartedly shoo him along.

Then. . .

He takes a running start and flies.

FLIES.

Across the entire yard in one try.

I gape.

I follow him.

At this point I am wondering if the whole thing of chickens acting dumb is just a conspiracy. A conspiracy to make me work harder.

*End of time lapse*

I walk into the chicken coop and this is the first thing I see.

Ha!

But here he is, innocently eating the food I recently placed on peril of death.

Who knew anything happened? He was here the whole time.

Oh and by the way. . .

Don't leave eggs in freezing temperatures overnight.

They burst out of the shell and freeze there.

It's not a pretty picture.

Just trying to add inspirational advice to your life,