I also love all the ridiculous things people post about on its Facebook page.
In case you were wondering, no one volunteered to remove the stinky little bugger and he was released.
A reasonable response, but hell.
I didn’t even know we had a potato truck!
I showed this to the husband…. but he said there’s no room in the barn.
I don’t know…
I hate when someone beats me to the perfect comment, don’t you?
A chicken plucker!
I’m shivering in avian sympathy.
Where else can you go shopping and be greeted by a chicken?
Although what this poor devil did to be locked up in a rubber prison I don’t know.
Where else can you go to find a library that sets up a walking story time for kids?
Where else can you get alerts about runaway goats?
And offers of free hay?
The same place that airs their poopy grievances on Facebook, that’s where.
I love my town!!
My little town’s FB page has been lighting up with some interesting sightings lately.
One woman kept posting but no one believed her.
I’d say that’s pretty definitive proof.
To be honest I’m surprised we’ve never had this issue. We’ve seen evidence of Yogi in our backyard and woods. (and even on the deck one winter. Yikes!) But he’s never raided our feeders, for which I’m grateful.
They’re lovely creatures, but quite destructive.
The sightings continue…. which prompted this latest post.
I’m down with that.