Friday, December 26, 2008
Kelsi and I hopped on our bikes and headed out the the western edge of Union County. It was quite nippy on the toes. It was nice to fit in a 25 mi. ride because the Holiday food slug was hitting me. My brakes did not like the cold and sounded like feral pigs chasing me on occasion. As I approached my neighbors house I belched several times really loud. I thought the neighbor was imitating me with his own belch. Evidently the combo of feral disc brakes and belches got the one of the chickens upset and screaming. It was a multitude of screaches! Or mating call?