While I was off having not the greatest of holiday Monday’s for reasons Carin has already mentioned, this was busy landing in my inbox. Thanks, Brother Brad!
The other day I was watching the Hamilton news, and they, for some reason, did a story on a woman from Arkensaw who started a very unusual business. Unusual is not the first word that came to mind when I saw this. It just goes to show how completely and utterly retarded the human race is becoming. Not like we didn’t already know this.
Anyway, this woman is making chicken diapers. Why in the holy hell would someone do this, you ask? Well, it seems that chickens are becoming increasingly popular as pets. Who knew, right? I guess in Arkensaw, most anything goes.
Anyway, the diapers in question are made of cloth, and have straps that go over the shoulders of the chicken, at the top of the wings, and have a strap-type band running between the legs.
If you want to order some of these little displays of injenuity, you can go to ChickenDiapers.com, where they boast a variety of colours and sizes for very reasonable prices.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but in my mind chickens are farm animals. Sure I know people have birds in the house, a budgie, lovebird, even a cockatoo or something, but a chicken?
The website says that a bunch of friends of Diaperwoman were sick of cleaning the chicken shit out of their carpets, but did not want to toss their beloved little darlings out in to the cruel world, so something had to be done.
To each their own, I guess.
For now, I’ll keep my chickens either in the barn, or on a plate with mashed potatoes and gravy.