In my world you best not be a Chicken

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I thought I'd share something with you just to make you smile ... or take pity on me! 
 
I had a meeting with my boss last week, and when I arrived, he was, as usual, on the phone.  I tried to sneak in without disturbing him, but unfortunately I was not alone.
 
I had a pet carrier with me, and Russell and assumed, wrongly, that it was my adorable Border Terrier.  At this moment, the passenger in the carrier decided to make herself heard, meaning I had to rush out of the office pronto!. 
 
The Chicken Terrierist!
My "adorable" terrier had that morning managed to get one of my chickens, who had been plucked and left resembling an oven ready special from Waitrose, and obviously, couldn't be left. 
 
I'm pretty good at first aid, and the rest of the call continued while I slathered the bird in Savlon. 
 
She made some interesting points, but I'm not sure the Continuity world is quite ready for the "squawk, ppprrrrr, cheep" methodology. 
 
Peter - thank you for being understanding: a box of the finest organic eggs you'll ever have tasted is coming your way!
 
I think I might need a lie down!