I like to call my chickens âbeastiesâ or âfat little monster trucksâ and other such affectionate terms, but dad seems to take offence whenever I do and always gently refers to them as âthe girls,â âthe ladiesâ and sometimes âthe damesâ when heâs putting them away, like heâs a butler shepherding a group of well-bred country lasses into the parlour for teaÂ
this post evokes such a pleasing mental image that my depression was completely cured for 5 and a half minutes















