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.
Booooo Taco! I think the will leaves him $100,000 worth of dog food!