I raise dinosaurs!

That's right.  When I go out to do my morning and evening chores, I take my life in my hands. I enter the domain of the most feared predator to ever thunder across the earth.

Thanks to Uncle John's Bathroom Reader I learned that chickens are the closest living relative to the T-Rex.

Mind you, mine seem to be a little more relaxed than that big fella from Jurassic Park, but you never know...one day I might not come back, and my hordes of little layers may well run rampant.  If you hear of a bunch of dinosaurs destroying Nanaimo Godzilla-style, please accept my apologies, and know that I died trying to save you all.

On that note, I bought some shavings from a friend today and placated those carnivorous beasts with an offering of fresh bedding.  Melody the horse got the same treatment, but she didn't have the same predatory look in her eyes when I freshened her stall.