My neice E is a funny girl.? She’s not very coordinated and is easily distracted so you can imagine that she has managed to get into some real jams.? A recent lapse in judgement ended in the loss of life.? It seems Eliza had decided to pass the time on a summer day by crowing in the rooster’s face.? (You heard me.? This isn’t a post about the chickens though, its about Eliza.)? So the rooster didn’t like Eliza’s new hobby and chased her onto the porch.? The rooster, satisfied that she’d learned her lesson turned to go.? When he stepped off the porch he took a nasty fall and broke his neck.

Today was Eliza’s birthday party.? Jennifer served BBQ.? Eliza was eating a big plate full when she walked up.? We had this exchange:

Me: Hey Eliza.? What are you eating?

Eliza: The rooster.

Awkward pause.

Eliza: I killed it.

The best part is, she thought it was really, really funny.? For the record, I didn’t try the rooster.? I’m told its just like chicken and that I’ve been served what was actually a rooster hundreds of times and I’m not prepared to argue with that.? But I’m someone who doesn’t even eat actual chicken if it hasn’t been taken off the bone and either grilled, fried or baked, you can’t expect me to eat it if it you call it ‘The Rooster’ and talk about what a pretty bird it was.