Shimmer
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My family are a bunch of rednecks...I've told y'all that.
I was explaining to my stepson today the process of chasing chickens when I was a kid and what a pain in the ass it was when the fuckers got loose, and how I hated the fucking birds.
He told me he'd never seen a real live chicken before.
"For real?"
"Well I saw one on the Discovery Channel once but no, I've never seen a real live chicken."
"Holy shit. Ok. So when we go to my mom's again? We're getting a chicken."
And so it is.
We're getting a chicken, and we're going to turn it loose Rocky style in my mom's back yard. First kid to catch a chicken without hurting it (no hurting the animals) gets a twenty from me, and probably another forty to sixty bucks from the rest of the family.
One leghorn rooster, a couple of banty hens, six kids, and close to a hundred bucks. I'm filming this.
My oldest is a complete city kid. My younger three aren't as bad but are really close. They don't even know how to HOLD a chicken, much less catch one.
I've submitted this to my family for their approval and they've given it two thumbs (rather, 35 thumbs) way up. So...
Chicken Chase 07 is on.
My 7 year old is already questioning training techniques and debating the merits of different pairs of shoes. My 14 year old is working out a little more. My daughter is horrified by the idea of touching a bird. My 5 year old is enthralled with the idea of running around my mom's backyard screaming at chickens. My sister is wary. She knows I'll never give her money for free, and that anything she does to get this money is going to result in serious hilarity and laughter.
Dude I'm stoked.
I'm more excited about this than my little brother coming home from Iraq. (Though that's good news too.)
I was explaining to my stepson today the process of chasing chickens when I was a kid and what a pain in the ass it was when the fuckers got loose, and how I hated the fucking birds.
He told me he'd never seen a real live chicken before.
"For real?"
"Well I saw one on the Discovery Channel once but no, I've never seen a real live chicken."
"Holy shit. Ok. So when we go to my mom's again? We're getting a chicken."
And so it is.
We're getting a chicken, and we're going to turn it loose Rocky style in my mom's back yard. First kid to catch a chicken without hurting it (no hurting the animals) gets a twenty from me, and probably another forty to sixty bucks from the rest of the family.
One leghorn rooster, a couple of banty hens, six kids, and close to a hundred bucks. I'm filming this.
My oldest is a complete city kid. My younger three aren't as bad but are really close. They don't even know how to HOLD a chicken, much less catch one.
I've submitted this to my family for their approval and they've given it two thumbs (rather, 35 thumbs) way up. So...
Chicken Chase 07 is on.
My 7 year old is already questioning training techniques and debating the merits of different pairs of shoes. My 14 year old is working out a little more. My daughter is horrified by the idea of touching a bird. My 5 year old is enthralled with the idea of running around my mom's backyard screaming at chickens. My sister is wary. She knows I'll never give her money for free, and that anything she does to get this money is going to result in serious hilarity and laughter.
Dude I'm stoked.
I'm more excited about this than my little brother coming home from Iraq. (Though that's good news too.)