Chicken Swap

This morning I got the family up bright and early so we could go to the Carlton County Chicken Swap. It's exactly what it sounds like, except there are all kinds of animals, food, cages and stuff to swap as well as chickens. We didn't get anything this morning because I DON'T HAVE A COOP YET, but it was fun to look. We saw a rooster that was easily 30 pounds. It had only one eye and it was scarred all over its body. What kind of animal is tough enough to go that many rounds with a seasoned rooster? Whatever it was it is probably dead now. That rooster was free of charge. I liked it, but it was shooting death lasers at Sam through its one good eye and clicking it's terrifying spurs together so I thought better of it.

This isn't the rooster that I saw, but it was almost this big.

I saw a goat that was no bigger than a schnauzer. I told Mitch it would be nice to have a house-goat and as I was saying it, the little goat crapped a million pebble sized turds as though in cahoots with Mitch to prove to me that goats aren't good house pets. I would love to hear the clippity clop of little hooves on the kitchen floor in the morning. I also saw a goat with one horn. I think that is technically a unicorn.

The house-goat wasn't swinging,
but it was every bit as cute as this one.

I also saw a woman walking around on crutches and she was carrying a catheter bag and the hose was snaked up her pant leg. I don't think the chicken swap is the best place for the medically vulnerable. She was buying a pony.