My neighbors are probably a little frightened if they look up the hill in the morning. No one has ever accused me of being fashionable when I am on chicken duty. On  a recent, especially lazy morning, I couldn’t even bother changing out of my pajamas before donning my muck boots and heading out to give the ladies fresh water. Unfortunately for my legs, I was wearing a pair of monkey santa hat flannel pants, a gift from my friend Rebecca a few years back. They are wonderfully comfortable, and covered with these:

Unfortunately for my legs, the cute santa hats are the same color as tomatoes. Chickens LOVE tomatoes, so I had six hens attacking my legs, trying to extract tomato juice from my pajamas. 30 second later I escaped, but not before I had 6 painful welts (”chicken hickies”) all over my lower legs.

Moral: Do not wear monkey santa hat pants in the chicken coop.