If they could do it with cows, then why couldn’t we do it with chickens? Round them up into one big bunch (herd for cows, flock for chickens) and chase them into town right up to the back door of the local KFC. At least we had to give it a try. So, one summer Saturday morning we gathered them together and gave it our best shot. Big sister, the little squirt, and I began moving them along the dirt road in the direction of the city. It didn’t take long for us to realize the futility of such an endeavor. What we had failed to take into consideration was the fact that, unlike cows, chickens can fly. (at least to some degree) It took so much time to get the darn birds out of the trees that it was now too dark to continue our journey. According to our count the next morning, we did manage to get all but 3 of them back home and into the coop for the night. As I think back on our failed attempt, I sometimes think I can hear Colonel Sanders laughing uncontrollably.
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