Meanwhile in Louisiana…

Each night I walk to my dad’s house. What can I say, I am a little attached. Mind you we do not live in the country, but apparently we now have neighbors whose chickens roam the neighborhood. I haven’t seen the pitbulls lately, so perhaps the chickens took care of them? The mean chicken police of Louisiana. Watch out they will cut a bitch.

I’m pretty sure this one is the Sheriff.

Clearly living on the edge here. I dare you to cross this street, punk.

I’m going to need to see your papers.

27 thoughts on “Meanwhile in Louisiana…

  1. NC,
    I just don’t know what to say. We don’t see chickens in Montreal. We have flying rats, rabid raccoons, and nutty squirrels, but the only chicken we ever see is usually covered of gravy and mashed potatoes.
    Le Clown

  2. That’s hilarious! Here we have a ton of coyotes and foxes going into neighborhoods and lots of people with cats that go outside have lost them to coyotes. Maybe we should let chickens start patrolling here, too.

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