I’ve done posts on my crazy dad a few times before. But every time I go home to Mississippi I marvel at the new
junk decorations he has added to his chicken empire. Daddy is 80 and still has the energy of a badger on steroids. Here are a few pictures of his picturesque barnyard.
Daddy is experimenting with a new breed of banty chicken called BB Reds.
In addition to RI Reds and BB Reds, he also has guinea hens.
They were hatched by a mamma of a different breed, but the babies don’t seem to notice.
When he’s not busy with chickens and eggs, Daddy has a thriving pine straw business.
I never know what new project he’ll have in the works when I come home. Oh, did I mention that in his “free” time, he’s a security guard for a state mental hospital? Yes, I did say he was 80. Now as we leave the bucolic kingdom on Talowah Road, meet the apple of my mom’s eye and the possible interloper of my rightful inheritance.