Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I slept better last nigh despite eating a cinammon roll before bed.  Dartell came back to town to see my new grandson and she made cinammon rolls for Abby's birthday.  She's been in Kingman for months.  After her mom died she went up there to help out her dad and brother. 

I woke up rather gassy.  I'm often gassy, but this morning I was especially gassy.  Oh that's right.  Dartell wanted Santa Barbera quesadillas for dinner.  Beans.  The American fruit.  Once upon a time I wrote a race report on this blog where I made many similes to gas.  I got censored because this is a family friendly blog.  LOL!  This entry may get censored as well.  So I got up early and it was nice and dark out.  As I was heading south between Brown and Adobe on the west side of the Floodway, I let one rip.  Right after that I heard a voice.  I couldn't see anyone at first and I looked behind me and back in front of me.  Finally I saw a man coming with a dog.  Was he talking to his dog?  Or did he have something to say about my expulsion?  Right after that I saw another man coming with a dog.  I didn't realize right away that it was Jesse because I thought the two guys might be together.  I reached Adobe and saw another guy and a dog.  So three dog walkers in less than two minutes.  Actually Jesse was running.

Oh, one more thing.  Something had our neighbors chickens agitated this morning.  They are down to 4 chickens because last summer they lost a bunch to the heat.  They had shade and misters, but the heat was still too brutal.  Just yesterday I noticed they have more chicks under a heatlamp right next to the coop.  So maybe the chicken was upset about the chicks.  Not sure, but it worries me.  Their chickens are safe in their coop from predators, but mine are not.  Last night was the first time in a couple of weeks that I didn't bring Maria inside to sleep.  But they're all good right now.  The End.