Dallas Chambers Has A Chicken To Choke
So last night at the Dallas Palace something weird happened and it involves a chicken. To really get you the full feel of the story I have to start from the beginning. Which takes place right after I left work last night.
7:30pm, I am in my car driving to my house when the phone rings. It’s my wife, so I answer it thinking maybe she needs me to grab something on the way home. The best way to explain is to just give you the conversation.
Suzanne “Hey Baby”
Me “Sup Momma”
Suzanne “So, I was driving down the highway back from my mom’s house when I saw something weird on the side of the highway”
Suzanne “It looked like something alive so I stopped and got out of my car because there weren’t many cars coming down the highway and I wanted to see what it was”
Suzanne “I think it’s like a chicken or something, what do I do?”
Me “Where is the chicken now?”
Suzanne “In the front seat of my car”
Me “Oh my…”
Suzanne “What do I do? He was about to try and cross the highway and I didn’t want him getting hurt and he looks like he is pretty hurt already”
Me “Well, bring him home honey, I know how to take care of chickens.”
So she showed up and sure enough, it’s a freaking chicken! This dude looks like he’s been through WW1! Beat up, missing feathers, hurt feet, just covered in battle wounds, you can tell he’s been fighting for his life. So this morning we checked around to animal shelters and the answer we keep getting is that when injured chickens are brought in, they really don’t do anything for them, just put them down.
Well being that Suzanne risked her life to save this creature, she is not for that at all. So ladies & gentlemen, I think I’m now the owner of a chicken! And not just any chicken, this is like picking up a homeless guy! This chicken has got to be a little insane from a hard life on the streets. He definitely had a rough few days because all he did when he got to our house was sleep. From like 8 last night to 9 this morning he was straight passed out! So either he was binge drinking and had a massive hangover, or he was drained from fighting for his life because it is an ugly world out there.
Either way, we’ve bought chicken feed and I will be building a little chicken coop for him to roost in and call home till he kicks the bucket I guess.
We haven’t chosen a name yet, but we have 2 picked out. Willie if it’s a boy and Patunia if it’s a girl.
Why didn’t the chicken cross the road? Because my wife is a crazy lady (:
Well I know we all have a story like this. So what kind of crazy critters have you caught and brought home?