Upon arriving at my home this morning (doing a walk of shame), there was a sweet little rooster pecking away at the lawn. Now this might be a normal everyday occurrence if I lived on a farm, but I live in a city where you can not even have a chicken for a pet. Where did my little friend come from? Was I still drunk? I figured I had to capture this on my camera just to be sure, but he did not want his picture taken. So there I am running around in the street chasing a chicken at 7 in the morning.
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