In continuation of possible ways I could die while homesteading...
But as those young 'uns got older they started questioning things, like- "Is Chicken Train REALLY a song, mom?" And "What do the words to the Chicken Song mean?" I had no answers to the last one. So I dodged it just like all the other questions I couldn't answer- with a cookie and a "go ask your dad."
Now fast forward 20 some years and I have a yard full of chickens who like to make a little line and follow me everywhere I go. And sometimes, while they're back there, I find myself humming "Chicken Train" as we walk around- (I leave out the lazer beam part, We don't have electronic chickens.)
Yesterday as I and my little chicken train were walking to the garden where I toss out their daily sunflower seed ration, I spied a beautiful male cardinal in the bare branches of an apple tree. He was a gorgeous bird and his red feathers just POPPED against those black branches. My breath caught and I just stopped dead in my tracks. The chickens behind me, however, did not. So here is
AUTOPSY REPORT #2
Subject was unable to avoid impending collision and expired on the spot. Her body was discovered after the pile of chickens had been removed from the pileup and so a closed casket will be recommended due to chicken tracks on body.
If you're unfamiliar with the song, you can check it out here: