Today, I learned two things I didn't already know. I found them funny and a little disturbing!
The chickens were grazing in the backyard. Off in the distance, I could hear helicopters heading our way. The chickens froze. As the helicopters got closer, the chickens were doing the "oh shit! oh shit!" run for cover. By the time the whirlybirds were overhead, the chickens were safely tucked under some dense shrubs. The best I can figure...they thought those helicopters were gigantic hawks (maybe they were black hawks. I don't know my choppers) preparing to swoop in for the kill.
Conclusion...Chickens are scared of helicopters!
Later, just before dark, I heard sirens coming down our road. Upstairs, my smart-ass son hollered, "Are they coming here?" Knowing dinner had been cooked, eaten and cleaned up, I knew I hadn't overlooked anything flammable. I stepped outside to see where the firetruck was headed. To my horror, Neighbor Terri had come outside, too, and was looking over the fence to make sure flames weren't shooting from our roof. I assured her we were safe and walked to the end of the driveway to make sure I hadn't left the stove on at a neighbor's house!
Conclusion...I am responsible for all sirens that come through our neighborhood.
Go ahead! Laugh! I can take it!