This afternoon I had to deal with a leaping chicken.
I was in the midst of a conversation with a friendly office worker, trying to sort out work-related details, when one of the chickens on the farm leaped up to the ledge - wings flapping - and seemed a second away from jumping through the window towards me.
This had never happened, before today.
My conversation with the paper-puncher on the phone was something like this:
"Of course, I'll send the receipts as soon as...hey, get down from there! No, not you! Sorry...I'm talking to the chook...sorry about that! Out you go! Okay, ah, well I'll fix that...sorry, I have to go. Thank you. Damn chicken!"
I managed to shoo the little clucker away from my tea and cake, but it was a close call.
Anyway, it was a poultry matter in the grand scheme of things, but it did make for a surprise.
Alias: Frank Satyr
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