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.
Not a real chicken.
See above.
A Rhode Island Red who prefers the smooth taste of Beechnut Chew.
This one thinks all things go better with Coke.
A lovely tableau…
…but watch where you step!
The next generation. Cuteness overload!
Daddy is experimenting with a new breed of banty chicken called BB Reds.
This little guy is a fully grown rooster who crows like a mouse being stepped on.
Don’t you believe it! He only attacks worms and corn.
In addition to RI Reds and BB Reds, he also has guinea hens.
Yes, he said it’s OK to show the number. Call him for all your guinea hen needs.
They were hatched by a mamma of a different breed, but the babies don’t seem to notice.
I think I’m adopted.
Daddy has a very fun time with his birds and he sells eggs to neighbors far and wide.
When he’s not busy with chickens and eggs, Daddy has a thriving pine straw business.
He bales some of it himself on a hand baler that makes me tired just looking at it.
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.
Don’t forget TACO! I have power of attorney!
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Yay, Taco!
Booooo Taco! I think the will leaves him $100,000 worth of dog food!