We set up the tripod, used the timer on the camera and experimented with many things.....
This rare, exotic "Mohawk chick" didn't show up too well against my black shirt...
This pitch fork was a little too big...
No explanation for this one...
Should we smile or not smile???
And then I thought it would be cute to have the little hen on my shoulder. And it was, until she got bored, turned around and pooped on me. Just as the automatic timer button on the camera was pressed. What follows is the hen-poop-on-the-boob series...
- Neither of us has noticed yet...
- Nate still hasn't noticed yet...
Priceless
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