What the actual cluck?

We made it to our appointment. 
Traffic is always a nightmare heading into West Knoxville, but we made it without too much trouble.

Badger finally got some answers. 
Along with autism, she’s now dealing with a few more diagnoses. 
She’s an adult, so I’m not sharing the details, but I hate that she has to carry any of it.
They’re not easy to live with, and I just wish life had been a little easier on her.

After her appointment we headed to Cracker Barrel. 
We don’t go there much, so we didn’t know they weren’t serving lunch yet. 
Badger wanted chicken, Cowboy wanted pork chops, and I was set on meatloaf. 
Instead, we ended up with pancakes and biscuits and gravy, and none of us were thrilled.
Oh, well. 
We still left with full stomachs.

We came home, Badger disappeared into her room, Cowboy settled down for a nap in his recliner, and I went in the bedroom and took a nap.
I was sleeping rather soundly when an angry knock came at the front door.
I let Cowboy handle it.
He said some strange woman, mad as a wet hen, was complaining about our chickens pooping in her yard and just pooping everywhere.
Cowboy told her they weren’t our chickens. 
Our chickens are always penned up.
We don’t allow our chickens to free-range.
We actually had the police called on us about our guineas a long time ago, so our poor birds are kept in a very large enclosed top‑to‑bottom pen.
We’re not the only people who keep chickens in the neighborhood, but we’re the only ones who don’t allow them to free-range.
She stomped back to her car and drove off. 
If it had been me at the door, I’d have walked her to the backyard and shown her exactly where our chickens stay.

I understand her anger.
Chickens poop where chickens want to poop. 
I don’t really think they have much control over their butts.
It’s nasty and probably some kind of health hazard.
I’m not sure why she chose us to yap at though. 
Maybe she saw our pen from the road, or more than likely the stupid roosters crowed when they shouldn’t have.

Today was a safety meeting day, so Cowboy was out the door by 2:20 p.m., which always throws off my sense of time. 
After he left, Badger and I walked around the block. 
That breakfast was sitting heavy.

We came home, and Badger headed to her room. 
I sat in the living room with the cats. 
I played on the computer, and they chased birds through the window.

Badger came back out around 6 p.m., and we watched TV together until 10, when she finally called it a night. 
It’s been a long day, and I think I’m ready to head to bed myself.