Chain link chicken spinner

and how to bask in post tantrum glow

The fence is coming along dear reader.

I hate chain link fencing.

I spent the day wrestling with a disagreeable badger that not only seemed to cling to itself and deny all logic but also wanted to rip my face off.

Did I mention that I hate this stuff.

It doesn’t make sense, this collection of twisted wires.

And sometimes, while wresting with a disagreeable badger and you’re worried about money, over tired and under fed, the appropriate thing to do?

Have a fucking tantrum.

Have a melt down.

Roar.

And watch the chickens run into their coop.

Because at that moment?

I knew that if I could get my hands on any of those fucking birds,

I’d just choke them.

I’d wring their necks.

Oh my, how vile!

I know dear reader!

I love my chickens.

But if a chain link fence can drive me to such madness, can you only imagine how much I must hate chain link fencing?

But now?

The fence is coming along well.

The tantrum has ended

And no chickens were harmed.

Not bad for a middle aged fidget spinner.