Possession is nine-tenths of the law. The other tenth is words on your shirt making it does-a-bear-sit-in-the-woods certain! (no typo; got the idea from a Pearls Before Swine cartoon) :o)I have to say that having a chicken perched on my head and looking up at it with my eyes so close to a sharp beak would make me anxious. Who knows if that chicken has a little pit bull in its DNA?
This chicken is just so sweet. I don't think so. It might poop on my head, though.
I say the older we get, the more excuse we have not to give a flip what others think of our clothes. Or fashionable living headwear for that matter.
This weird thing has happened to me over the last year or two- weird and wonderful, I guess. I'm not sure if it's age or living in the country or a little bit of both, but I really don't care anymore.