On a recent hike I was greeted by this guy.
He came charging out of the woods at me.
I started worrying when he gave me the ole chicken eye…
He was starting to freak me out. With all that staring.
But then he became engrossed with me getting gear out of the car.
Little did I know, he was casing the joint.
Luckily, he decided I could hangout with him.
I was thrilled – a chicken hiking buddy! That’d be f irst!
It’d been a while since I had a chicken friend and not a chicken fried.
Chicken: But it looks like she might have food, so I’ll let it go this time.
As I started hiking, he followed me to the beginning of the trail.
I thought I might have a hiking buddy. Nope. He’s just getting a drink!
When I finished the hike, he was right where I left him — still drinking. That fool.
He escorted me to my car. As I loaded my gear, he tried to hop in!
Guess he wasn’t too mad about the fried joke.
Have a great weekend!