Our Pakistani neighbors have some new pets. Can you guess what they got? I’ll give you a hint: I usually prefer them in nugget form dipped in ranch or bbq sauce. Yep, that’s right. Our neighbors now have chickens. Yes, you read that right. CHICKENS. In their backyard. Next to our backyard. In Los Angeles.
Apparently these chickens don’t sleep. I’ve reached this conclusion because I can hear them making their loud chickeny sounds at all times of the day AND night. I’m having
nightmares dreams that I’m on a farm instead of in my lovely Los Angeles suburban home. (my apologies to all farm inhabitants out there... I’m sure your farms are very, very nice) It’s not necessarily that I’m against chickens per se... I just think they’re probably not the best pet choice for someone who is living next to me.
These are the same neighbors whose cat was recently hit by a car. Before that they had nice (quiet) rabbits who ran around their backyard until they dug holes and escaped... and got run over by a car. Perhaps they think chickens can’t be run over by cars? Maybe they are trying to get back at us for painting our house purple? Or for refusing to homeschool their son?