chicken, it's what's for dinner

I'm down to only one chicken.  And of all the chickens to still be hanging around, it's that bitch Mildred.  Today I went out into her part of the yard and she chased me around, trying to peck me and my chicken pants.  I guess she's not a fan.  She and the husband can form a chicken pants haters club now.

The only way I could get away from her was to kick the ever living crap out of her.  So now, when I make my King Ranch Chicken, my chicken will be nice and tenderized.

And because I know a few of you were wondering, no I didn't kill my other chickens and eat them.  The dog I had to get rid of killed one, the heat got one this summer and the other two are victims of our friendly neighborhood racoons.  Don't worry, those coons are going down.