I know chickens need a confined place to lay their eggs. If you let them run all over tarnation, they'll be hidin' their nests everywhere.
I had an aunt who let her chickens go wild. She was from Sebastopol. That should help you understand.
Those little rascals began roostin' in the trees and and in the bushes and anywhere else that would make you curse and swear when you had egg duty. They had a population explosion to the point where they ate up all the grass in a two-acre parcel. The eggs we didn't find in time became little baby chickens. It was just awful.
Those chickens were about as difficult to get a hold of as a farrier is when you really need one. We had to sneak out at night and grab 'em by the legs.
Now there's a thought. On the farrier, that is.
No, I realized the need for what Hanny had to do. I just object in a universal way to anything limitin' a female's rights. I'm practically psychotic on the topic.
My passion runs from so deep inside I think it's time for those of us in charge to turn the reins of government over to the ladies in this country. They're smarter, they're prettier and they always win the arguments.
Men have had control of things for two hundred and thirty seven years and, if you don't think they're over their heads in the swamp, take a look at the Republican presidential race.
And I'm not just talkin' about the Oval Office. I'd like to see the ladies run Congress. I'm sure you're aware the House has 362 men vs. 76 women, and the Senate stands at 17 women and 83 men.
This is far from fair with 143 million Americans being female and 138 million of them male.
So what we have is a population of individuals who are in the majority in this country. On average, they are smarter than the minority, prettier and win all the arguments.
I don't know about you but it sure seems like a hat trick to me.
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