I Could Be The Next Mr. Bean

Ever have a moment where you just know you could have been a British comedy star if only you had  been born in the right country? Well, I am pretty sure I could be the next “Mr. Bean” if given the chance. I can do slapstick and goofy faces like nobody’s business. Especially on the days I let my chickens roam the yard like the winged free spirits they are!

I Could Be The Next Mr. Bean.
Excuse me, but I’d like to make a reservation for your Rose Bush restaurant…

We keep our chickens in a big fenced in area with plants and rocks and trees. They live the good life, protected from coyotes and dangers in the wild. Their food just magically appears and water is aplenty. Even though they are totally spoiled, with daily fresh fruits and vegetables and bugs galore, I still feel sorry for them because I know they want to run around the forbidden part of my yard chasing the dogs and nibbling on my flowers, so once in a while I let them out and they do go a little crazy.

It’s all fun and games until they get too close to my tomato plants and I have to put them back into their fenced-in luxury mansion with extensive grounds and property. That’s when all the trouble begins. The worst part? They actually want to go in, but just can’t figure how to do it.

I Could Be The Next Mr. Bean
“Let me out!” “No, let us in!”

My chickens are not the smartest. They are known mostly for their beauty and superior egg laying abilities. No chicken of mine is ever going to be caught on camera playing tick-tack-toe. Nope, my chickens will run back and forth in front of an open door for ten minutes before it occurs to them they can walk right through the giant whole in the fence and be home at last. That is their little chicken super power. So when I have to put them back where they belong there is a lot of running in circles and flapping of wings. I spend a lot of time tossing brightly colored food scraps to herd them in the general direction they need to go in while begging, pleading, and muttering the occasional swear word under my breath.

I guess one might say that I am not the smartest either, because, I too, am running back and forth in front of an open door flapping my arms and looking a lot like a circus clown with no idea on how to get my flock to actually enter said door. It’s like I am starring in my own British comedy, except the humor is not so dry and not so subtle and there are way more chickens involved than ever really should be.

The only saving grace to this chicken induced madness is the likely pounds I am shedding during my “exercise” routine. Before long I’ll be a svelte 40 something (Have I mentioned I’m turning 40 soon? Gasp!) mom with the thighs of an Olympic soccer player. Maybe I better not get too carried away, at the very least, I’ll probably have the thighs of a soccer mom whose gas pedal foot really gets a work-out driving the kids back and forth to practice!

I Could Be The Next Mr. Bean.
While I’m distracted by chickens my daughter takes the opportunity to put her rain boots on and wade through the dog water in protest that we do not in fact have a swimming pool in our backyard.

In the meantime, during one of these chicken chasing events, I’ll have to set up the camera and get it all on film. I may not get a chance to be the next Mr. Bean, but maybe I’ll get to be the American chicken-chasing star of YouTube. Who knows? I could end up with my own chicken inspired product line. “Birds of a feather look ridiculous together” could be my text tagline.

I’ll probably have to keep working on that one…

 

5 thoughts on “I Could Be The Next Mr. Bean”

  1. You are the second person today to mention their 40 sumthin’ age. Congrats on reaching 40, it’s a piece of cake. I am 48 UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Impossible. I don’t feel a day over… thirty.

    This post had me crackin’ up! Thanks for that! I would love to have chickens, and goats and maybe even a llama or two. You know, you could make a lot of money on Youtube with funny chicken videos. Then you could get more chickens ( and a swimming pool)… ha ha ha

    Have a super day Lillian!

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