Brought to you by our neighbors, who have not yet realized that their chickens can, given the opportunity, hop the fence. And FLY. And go visiting, of a Sunday afternoon, all on their own!
They have also not yet realized that every single neighbor whose yard abuts theirs have DOGS. This may end badly, but not today- our Big Dumb Dog was, thank heavens, inside the house when she dropped by.
Remember, folks, if you're going to raise chickens in Suburbia, clip those wings! Lest someone's pet help themselves to a chicken dinner.
No worries for this little gal, though. We had tacos, instead.