Teaching how to drink beer
 

Elizabeth and I have a quandary. We have been trying to teach her chickens to drink beer, but we are having very little success. These are the same transgendered chickens I have discussed earlier. Does anyone have any ideas?

BTW, we have been conducting some fascinating psychological experiments. I believe we are making some outstanding discoveries in chicken psychology.

Have you tried German dance music?

I won't ask why but have you mixed it with corn meal?

What about a number six? First, you pull a mike the headless chicken on them, then get a funnel!

others, myself included, have had great success with this recipe.

Put the beer on the other side of the road.

Seems like an obvious solution right there

Hide the beer away. Lock it away if possible. Provide the chickens with rudimentary tools.

Worked for every teen party I ever went to.
I'm sure escapees from Colditz learned their skills trying to break into their parents' secret stashes.

Anyway, photos pleeze.
Elizabeth and chickens and you (probably best not to photog beer in case the chickens get internet savvy)

But those kids at the party weren't chicken, "I'm NOT CHICKEN I TELL YOU!!"

Uh...That ain't a Number Six.

Colditz - I haven't thought about that in years. Great book.

We have learned a few things. You have to open the bottles for the chickens. They will not drink it straight or eat it mixed with scratch. The secret is bread. Soak the bread in beer and they love it. Interesting note, after they have their beer they sit around and "growl". No clucking or crowing, only strange growls.

Two questions:
1. How much beer do they need to consume before they produce beer infused eggs?
2. What happens if they become alcoholics? Are there any programs?

you're really bored, aren't ya, Sarge?

Yep. I'm rather lost without the military. I don't seem to have an identity anymore. I have one slim chance of getting a deployment to a non-austere area for 6 months, but it is a hail Mary pass and would be the very last one. Without the military or police, I have no friends or life

You have friends.
And you have family.

Therefore you have a life.

Life is what you make it. Somebody said that. The key word here is make.

Make your life, don't wait for it.

Hell, if it don't suit ya, don't even accept it.