Our fabulously wacky chicken, Phyllis, is the first to come running to me when I go in their part of the yard. Today she happily sat on my lap for a long time...until she became obsessed with something. That something was a mole on my upper arm. She stared and stared and stared and then all of a sudden pecked at it. It didn't hurt at all, but I must admit that after she made a few more attempts I was getting a bit nervous.
I swear that girl thought she was going for a worm that was just barely sticking its head out of a hole. And being a chicken with mad chicken skills, she was likely to actually get it at some point. So instead of electing for mole-ectomy I turned that sweet girl around and she promptly forgot about the worm.
And here's another wacky bird, hanging upside-down. I don't think he got the memo that owls don't do that. Tune in tomorrow to see if anyone else shows up!
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