1. Just chill for awhile, you know? Maybe smirk your beak because you’re plotting something?
2. Feed your giant chicken some cheesey goldfish. He’s probably hungry.
3. Run away screaming. He’s chasing you, fool.
4. Let your chicken relax for awhile.
5. Unless he’s in your chair. Are you kidding me, chicken?
6. Establish 4-wheeling chicken safety rules. Chicken butt in the seat, chicken. No standing while you ride, chicken. No using the quad to reach the front door knob. Wing to god, Mama, that was totally the chicken who did that.
7. Refuel with a snack in your chicken-free chair.
8. Name your chicken. Nah, that can wait until tomorrow.

















This totally just made my night.
She keeps taking her books to him, like they are reading together. Thanks again.
Awesome, chicken.
Nice chicken!
Love the chickee!
I would love a chicken like that! There was time when I thought we were drowning in stuffed animals. Now I miss them. Love the mini-grandpa chair!
You are going to name that chicken Beyonce, right?
Ha! Beyonce is a good name, but he is named already. Doolittle. Much like Loretta Lynn, Ada calls him “Doo” with a bit of twang.