|You can probably guess why Andrew and his |
parents like him so much.
Me: I love those chickens so much, they will be bridesmaids at my wedding!
Andrew: Ooooookay then.
Me: Chances are, a Chicken of Honour has happened before somewhere in the world.Andrew could not argue.
And lo and behold, look what I found:
|Those chickens are like the Freddy Mercury of chickens! MAMA MIA, LET ME GO!|
Ok, so it turns out that these are just random chickens held during a bridal photoshoot (which is a new one for me. I had no idea that there was such a thing as a bridal photoshoot. I thought weddings were about the couple, and not just the bride, but I wouldn't know. I HAVEN'T BEEN PROPOSED TO YET.) I really hope that this shoot was done after the actual wedding, because I imagine it would be extremely difficult to clean chicken shit out of a wedding gown. Not that a chicken has ever shit on my blue boho/prairie summer dress before...
Okay, I may have scared Red shitless by hugging her and talking to her excitedly (aka, very loud and high-pitched).
Note to others: don't treat chickens like puppies. You will be shit on.