Ain’t Chickens. Emus.

-”Simon”

My High School Soccer/Hockey coach used to make us round up chickens for practice. Hard to keep track of the little buggers, so I can relate. What you forgot to mention, however, was the general rank of chicken sh*t.

Glad to hear all is relatively well my friend. We need to catch up over a brew the next time I’m back in town.

My best to you and Theresa.

-”Simon”