So I have a saying "Does a one legged duck swim in a circle" when the the answer is yes. So I said that to Sharon and she said I don't get it.. Whats to get...hehe. Which brings us the chicken story. So when I was a kid we had chickens. And we had problem one time with raccoons getting in the chickens looking for a free meal I suppose. So we called our local hunter/trapper who later became my hunting mentor. His name is Eldon. So he sets the trap I think we got one raccoon. But alas we start missing chickens again. Eldon comes back and sets another trap. This time Goldy one of our chickens get's out and get her leg snapped off in the trap. My brother and I try to make things better with our one legged chicken by making a leg for her out of an old corn cob. We tried tying it on, taping and any other way to hold it on. It never stayed. Ol' Goldy lived a long time with one leg. She would get in fights and hold her leg out in front of her and peck the other chickens over it. Her using her leg as a club. Pretty darn funny. Ahh a just a childhood memory. Here's a sunrise from this morning.