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Living with Destructive Teenagers.
Apr. 24th, 2009 12:58 pmI have a house full of destructive teenagers. They keep breaking into the house, having a mad party and then refusing to leave. Violence and intimidation is usually necessary to get them out. And I find anti-social little 'leavings' all over the house after one of their illegal raves.
No, it's not Jared. It's the bloody chickens.
I've got these bantams that I reared for the express purpose of being pets. They broke out of their outside pen within a couple of days of being in it, and are thusly now free-range. They have now decided to extend their hellraising territory by getting into the house in any way they can (usually by Ellie leaving the door open or by pole-vaulting over the gate I have at the back door to prevent their ingress). Once inside they hotfoot it to the kitchen, where they flap around madly, peck at the speckles on the flooring and poo like a herd of Shetland ponies. I am dreading the day they learn how to operate the CD player, as I am sure I will be treated to 100 dbs of Snoop Dog rapping about banties in da hood or some such thing.
*Sigh*
Getting them out usually involves running around the circular table in my kitchen for 20 minutes like a poultry version of "The Benny Hill Show", before being able to usher them back out of the back door. Occasionally one decides to go upstairs, which complicates matters hugely.
I was just cleaning out Jared's room, when I discovered a slightly elderly apple. Perfect treat for chickens, I thought. I went downstairs to give it to them, and noticed two large poos on the back door mat. THEY'VE BEEN AT IT AGAIN!!! Whilst I was cleaning!!!! Argh!!!! It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't so incredibly funning, endearing and lovable.
Bantams. Can't live with 'em, too small to eat and enough character to populate a couple of dozen Disney films between them.
No, it's not Jared. It's the bloody chickens.
I've got these bantams that I reared for the express purpose of being pets. They broke out of their outside pen within a couple of days of being in it, and are thusly now free-range. They have now decided to extend their hellraising territory by getting into the house in any way they can (usually by Ellie leaving the door open or by pole-vaulting over the gate I have at the back door to prevent their ingress). Once inside they hotfoot it to the kitchen, where they flap around madly, peck at the speckles on the flooring and poo like a herd of Shetland ponies. I am dreading the day they learn how to operate the CD player, as I am sure I will be treated to 100 dbs of Snoop Dog rapping about banties in da hood or some such thing.
*Sigh*
Getting them out usually involves running around the circular table in my kitchen for 20 minutes like a poultry version of "The Benny Hill Show", before being able to usher them back out of the back door. Occasionally one decides to go upstairs, which complicates matters hugely.
I was just cleaning out Jared's room, when I discovered a slightly elderly apple. Perfect treat for chickens, I thought. I went downstairs to give it to them, and noticed two large poos on the back door mat. THEY'VE BEEN AT IT AGAIN!!! Whilst I was cleaning!!!! Argh!!!! It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't so incredibly funning, endearing and lovable.
Bantams. Can't live with 'em, too small to eat and enough character to populate a couple of dozen Disney films between them.
