For Easter this year my
crazy sister decided to for go all
the baskets filled with chocolate bunny's
and sugary treats.
Instead she surprised her Grandchildren
with real live Peeps!
Never mind the fact that she lives in town,
and there are probably city ordinances
against keeping farm animals in your garage.
They were a huge hit.
Her Grand baby's of course understand that
their presents have to stay at Grandma's house.
They also understand that they are just acting as foster parents
to the chicks, and that when they get bigger
they will go to a nice farm.
Somewhere they can run free and live out
the rest of their lives in Chicken nirvana.
(and never wind up in a can of Campbell's soup)
So yesterday I played hookie and
took my little Girl Friend
to see the "Baby Chickens"
She fed them.
She squeezed them.
She loved them,
and wanted to take one home.
I cant get this stupid John Denver song out of my head.
Well, Life on the farm is kinda laid back
Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy.
"IT'S A GOOD LIFE"