So yesterday night, Andy closed our bedroom door and the full-length mirror that hangs on it fell off and shattered into a million pieces. Fortunately, whoever hung the mirror hung it on the wrong side of the door. It didn't fall on to Andy as he walked inside the room and shut the door; instead, it fell into the hallway. Also fortunately, the little boys were all sitting at the dining room table at the time, and not trying to follow Andy. So no one was hurt.
Tonight, as Katydid was practicing violin and I was making dinner, Andy looked outside and announced that the chickens were on the road again. "Stupid chickens."
Then a car hit one.
Unfortunately, the chicken was not killed instantly. Instead, it was injured internally; its ribs were broken - or something. So Andy and Gareth are outside killing their first chicken. Have I mentioned that Katydid and Farmerboy named all the chickens and have tamed them so they act more like dogs or cats?
Of course, I am left wondering what is going to happen next. And relieved that I did not follow through on those plans to roast a chicken (from the freezer) for dinner.
Well seven years of bad luck from the mirror breaking. That is gauranteed you know! :)
Posted by: Mrs darling | May 05, 2009 at 06:48 PM
Hmm. I guess that answers that age old question "Why did the chicken cross the road?" - to avoid the threat of falling mirrors. Avoid black cats and ladders all the same :-) (not really :-)
Posted by: Marjorie | May 05, 2009 at 07:04 PM
Oh dear, poor you -- nice fresh chicken though...
Posted by: Elizabeth H. | May 06, 2009 at 03:08 PM