It’s been one of those evenings tonight.
We’ve been keeping our basement door open so the cool air drifts up - to keep us from turning on the air conditioner.
Dwayne’s down in the basement - on his way back up from checking on the food we’re cooking on the pit.
“ Hey ! Where’s Tom ? “
Me : “ Tom ! What the hell are you doing in my house ? “
I guess I made a mistake when I brought him through the house - earlier this past week - to take him down to the basement for the night.
He was chirping and bending all around me to look around the place - checkin’ things out!
If I didn’t know any better - I’d swear the bird has decided the upstairs looks much better for him than the downstairs.
He’s halfway right.
Anyway - Dwayne takes him back down to the basement…
Five minutes later.
* Sigh…. * I hope and pray Dwayne can get that barn torn down and something put back up - really soon.
I draw the line BEFORE letting any live chickens up in my kitchen.