Caroleen’s Treasures

My FIL called this morning, asking if Donald could send via LBC the CD of the pictures that was taken in his little farm two weeks ago. Since we are going there probably Monday, Donald said he would just drop it on their house so he could pick up the chicken. So I realized there’s so many things that I haven’t yet told you about our trip to Bukidnon. We brought Ella’s two chicken, the white ones, because Ella didn’t let us butcher them on my birthday and I do not want to leave them to the neighbor’s again. Donald packed them inside a box and luckily they survived the long trip. If they only knew what their fate could be, they must’ve plotted a plan to escape while they were still here and if that plan failed, they could have hung themselves or maybe drown themselves in their waterer.

So say goodbye to the two chicken because they are left in the farm. But Ella’s fine with that because she brought home three colored ones. They are native chicken…more yummy for a stew! I hope they are enjoying the good life there if they have not been sentenced to death. Maybe the brown and black feathered birds are looking up to them because of their color and they must have been treated like royals. So when we go to the city on Monday, Donald will get the other chicken that my FIL catched to make the number even. Two gals and two guys.

I am glad I am not a chicken.