The sign in the Antique store said "Rustic coat rack. I saw it and thought rustic skien rack : ) At least this way I can see what I have to work with at least some of it.

After all I have done for them, my now not so little girls. I raised them from little tiny chicks
I nurtured them and loved them. I thought they loved me, I thought they were my own little outside flock but yesterday things got ugly. I was mugged by my own chickens.

These girls are very spoiled, they get leftover parrot food scraps consisting of fruit and veggies plus occasionally I will buy them mealworms. Next to worms thier favorite thing to eat is ( dont read on if you are squeemish) thier own eggs. Fortunately they're not bright enough to figure out that they could easliy crack thier own eggs with thier beaks, so they wait until I go to gather eggs and I usually toss one to break it for them and they go crazy.
Yesterday I had gone out and gathered about 7 eggs, I was carrying them cradled in my shirt. One of the chicked jumped up and kicked me righ were I was holding the eggs, thus breaking nearly all of them and covering me with raw egg. Naturally I dropped all the eggs and the usually feeding frenzy ensued. How could they? Cannibalistic little shits!