My Dad the Chicken Whisperer
Last weekend, my grandparents and I hit the road and headed out to visit my parents in Virginia.
I LOVE their house. Love. The old bones of the house, the brick work, the creaky stairs, the huge kitchen. They have absolutely turned it into a home, and I felt like a broken record while I was there, saying over and over “I love it here.”
Outside, my dad has worked wonders on the land. A garden is full of fresh fruits and veggies – and I don’t think there is anything better in the world than a strawberry right out of the ground. The yard is sprinkled with daisies, hydrangeas and wildflowers. And further out, in the back, past the cars and the tractor…
are the CHICKENS!
Oh yes. My dad is the master of the chickens. The Chicken Whisperer. To prove it, he walked in the coop and hypnotized a rooster.
You are getting sleepier…
I’m not exactly a city girl, but this pretty much blew my mind. Dad caught the rooster (no small feat, and a pretty hilarious video), laid him on the ground, and used a twig to draw a line in the dirt starting next to the rooster’s eye and moving away from him (you can see the line in the dirt in the photo above). And then, he took his hands away. And the rooster just…froze. Just like that. Hypnotized for at least a minute and a half.
I always knew my dad had superpowers. I just never would have figured him for a fine feathered hypnotist.
Check out more photos from our Virginia trip in the slideshow below (if you’re subscribed via RSS, you’ll need to click over to the blog to see it).
Next time we visit, I’m getting the Chicken Whisperer to teach me his tricks.
