With chickens and winter I have to trade slippers for crocs when entering the pen, switching out on the patio. It had rained, hash, and pooled water soaked the blue slippers through.I tried to dry them in the shed but the cool shade did not help so I pegged them out on the line.Then one of the chickens asked to score drugs and I realised I'd given the alleged urban signal of shoes on a line that street meds could be had nearby. I said "no" and left then realised a chicken speaking was a big deal let alone its propensity an illegal high. It was the big brown one; she's always been trouble. (hashtag)theeggdoesn'thatchfarfromitsmum.