It can't last. Either he eats it, or something else gets hold of it. Or he gets more and the ol lady says get rid of ALL these damn chickens!
Jen loves the chickens more than me. Compared to her, I'm just going along for the ride. Those birds follow her around the yard like the pied piper. She goes the the Mexican farmers market and buys them veggies and cuts them up every morning. She wants to move to Lake Helen where there's no chicken restrictions. I did have to pop a feral cat with a Daisey last weekend though. Vote accordingly. Carry on.
This is the beeb. The chicken will live on until Dits does something even more unusual. Of course the chicken will be resurrected from time to time. All in all, the chicken is damn near immortal.
I'll probably just buy that cool old house in Lake Helen, or maybe Cassadega, and ride around town in a golf cart wearing a toga. Raise some chickens. I'll go fishing and do some lawyerin' when I get bored or need some money.
Dude. You gotta love the west half of Volusia County, Florida. DeLand is bizarre. Lake Helen is even stranger. But Cassadaga is from another freakin' planet. Here's a quick primer: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cassadaga,_Florida
Hey Buddy, stay the hell away from Cassadaga. You don't want to live there. It may technically be part of Lake Helen but it is truly from another planet, or dimension, or something. And they have a HUGE feral cat problem, mostly black ones, so say goodbye to your fun loving chicken project. For the size of the place I spent way too much time there for work complaints. Mark