One early morning recently, Art encouraged me go out for a rather long walk with him. He's been concerned about my glucose counts and wants me to exercise. My son is also forever badgering me to exercise to get my diabetes under control.
Anyway, as we climbed up the hill, we noticed these chickens running around wild. There was a whole flock of them running around the grounds like they owned it. Good thing I had my camera.
A few days later, Art said he noticed a black car parked by the side of the road. Four guys got out of the car with long handled nets and were trying to catch them. I wonder if they ended up on somebody's Thanksgiving table.
