While I was standing at the kitchen sink, still in my pajamas at lunchtime (don’t judge) yesterday, The Husband came in and informed me that there was something outside that I just had to see. It was a bit chilly out, so I asked him to consider very carefully if I would truly think the sight was worth standing outside freezing. He insisted that yes, I would, and to bring the camera.
Out I went, camera in hand, to see this wondrous sight:
Now the whole picture:
That is the spare tire, mounted underneath the bed of The Husband’s work pickup. It’s been parked for about a week, waiting on repair parts.
There is no doubt that chickens are weird creatures. I tell them so every night when I come out to make sure all is well before locking up the coop. They just look at me, as if to say “You’re the one talking to a bunch of chickens, now shut the door, it’s cold outside!”
