About a month ago someone dumped a rooster onto our property, we named him Foghorn. Lol, he’s a nice rooster and the guy next door has chickens and a rooster that Foghorn joins in morning crowing. Our rooster, I call him Chicken and he runs to me when he’s hungry, sleeps in the hay shed up high on some fluffy Timothy. I get home just at dusk now and if I get gas or shop after work it’s already too dark for him to hop down and eat. I don’t like him going to bed hungry so, I’m getting to my point now, lol, I decided not to buy out new Trader Joe’s potato chips with horseradish and garlic right after work, but come straight home so I could feed Foghorn, and I made a nice dinner for me from the fridge and pantry. Those potato chips are darned good… I’m thinking tomorrow I’ll buy them at lunch.
