I was hoping that I could work this post into Jenny's prompt, "Please remit your payment promptly," for Saturday Centus, but anything I got out of my chickens for their spa treatment would be mere chicken feed.
Rod pulled the chickens down from their roost in the kitchen. I was disgusted by the amount of dust and grime they had collected over the years, so I decided they needed a spa treatment before they headed off to their new home.
Waiting to be de-grimed
All bright and shiny clean,
and waiting to go to a new home!
Baby-daddy Rooster's feathers
are still a little damp.
3:37 p.m.: "What are you doing, Judie?" asked Rod. "Bathing the chickens.” "Why????"
“Um, I, um…” “Take a break, Judie!”