There are days, and this is one, when I thank God I was not born a chicken – Mother Hen
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Categories: humor
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Not a day passes when I don’t thank God I was not born a chicken.
“Just be grateful you were born a Greg,” he says in answer to my prayers.
I pray back, “thanks God, but could you just…..”
“Greg….,” he says.
“Okay, I’ll settle for what I have.”
“And….”
“I’ll do better.”
“Good. that’s what I wanted to hear.”
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I thank God I was not born a Greg. It’s hard enough being born a Don.
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I always cringe when I pull one of those out of the nest box!
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I think it’s kind of cute.
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A place to roost, a yard full of hens, plenty of feed … might not be bad to be a rooster.
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Haha! True story, Eli… i think he’s got it made!
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Until the fox comes around.
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