Seriously?

I'm sure all of you know how completely sickened I am by feathered, winged, egg-laying creatures. Really. The very thought of these bipeds send me over the edge, causing anyone within a 2-mile radius to experience the sound of a disturbing, shrilling scream and anyone within sight to witness me having convulsive fits, followed by a raw throat & hoarse voice. Sam was lucky enough to witness the convulsions this morning when he showed me CHICKENS strutting through our back yard. *shiver*

I know, right? How does that happen? That's all I can say right now, or I'm going to puke. I have no idea why...where...who...

I would MUCH rather have a cow in my front yard than chickens in the back. :)
(Click here for that post.)

In case you're wondering, I do NOT visit the jungle or the Austrailian Outback at the zoo. *shiver*

S