When I was kid, chickens were always whole. When I was given the chore of washing them off and cutting them up, I always took the opportunity to dance them around the kitchen first like strange, headless people. I never thought of doing this with them.
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Love the funnies. I am trying to visualize you dancing with a headless chicken!!!! And what your mother was thinking.
I think I learned how to dance with chickens from my mom, Chip. 🙂
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