Where'd the chicken go? Here, chickie, chickie!

This was so funny. My kids and I were howling and my husband was just rolling his eyes and shaking his head at us!

I, once again, tried to use a baking hen - instead of a fryer - for my roast chicken. Once again, it turned out too tough to be able to carve and get much meat off of it, so in the spirit of Christmas, I gave it to my cat.

I took it outside on a large piece of foil and told him Merry Christmas.

Later, as we were leaving, I saw the foil blowing down the driveway, but no chicken in sight. I was afraid that another animal, possibly an o'possum, had carried it off... but no. As we pulled out of the carport, there it was sitting, oh so properly, at the end of our driveway.




It struck my funny bone, so with our elderly next door neighbor's son looking somewhat askance at us, we proceeded to traipse outside and photograph the run-away fowl, laughing hysterically all the way.

I know... I know.... I'll be the first to admit I'm somewhat weird. LOL!!



It is funny.