We went to my folks’ house for Christmas this year. We had just arrived, hugged everyone, put our luggage away and walked into the living room:
Lloyd’s mom: “Close the door so that chicken doesn’t come in the house!”
Lloyd’s dad: “That chicken won’t come in the house. I’m amazed it’s up on the deck.”
Chicken: walks through the door and jumps up onto the kitchen table.
The chicken stayed inside for a fair amount of time, placed presents under the tree and then flew up the chimney. What actually happened is only a little less far fetched. Dad showed us how to pickup chick(en)s correctly, told us how Brittney’s dog was scared of the chicken and then chased the dog all around the deck with the chicken. I’m sorry that I didn’t get any of that on video.