So I, along with Ainsley (my little sis), am eating my breakfast of WAFFLEZ when we hear something outside. A relatively familiar sound... a chicken getting attacked? I mean, Scotlyn is here, but I don't think she brought any of her poultry pets. *Note to self: make Poultry Pets a trademarked thing*

        Ainskey and I look at each other for a couple seconds... hear the barking... and the furious squawking... and then simultaneously rise and wak to the door. Turns out that an unidentified rooster, whom I shall name Cluck Doe, wandered into our yard and is being chased by a couple of our dogs. Sadly, this isn't the first time (#BuddyLikesDaChickenBooty). Yeah.

        Then, all at once, I walk out and see the rooster, Ainsley opens the door to walk out, and... the rooster walks in. By the time Cluck Doe takes up his temporary residence underneath our dining room table, my father is walking out of his room.

        "Did I just hear a chicken?"
        "Yup."
        "Where?"
        " 'Neath the table."

        Eventually, we have to go wake up Scotlyn, who is now known as the Poultry Whisperer, because she walks right up and grabs the chicken. All while complimenting its feathers and admiring it. Because they aren't COCKY enough. (See what I did there? No? No. Okay...)

        All the while that the rooster was being chased around the house in the beginning, of course, I sing my version of Ray Stevens' "Mississippi Squirrel Revival."

        #OhWhenTheChickenWentBeserk
        #Chicken'N'Waffles
        #RoostersHaveSuchBigEgos
        #^They'reSoCOCKY
        #LAWL
        #MkaiBaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii