When my grandmother was still alive we'd go to see her often, and it was far from unusual to see her out in her chicken run, teaching the battery chickens she had rescued how to peck by example, whilst her husband shot the deer eating their roses with a rifle propped on the window catch- he'd be firing from inside the dining room overlooking the garden.
When my grandmother was still alive we'd go to see her often, and it was far from unusual to see her out in her chicken run, teaching the battery chickens she had rescued how to peck by example, whilst her husband shot the deer eating their roses with a rifle propped on the window catch- he'd be firing from inside the dining room overlooking the garden.
Strange couple in many ways.