But you can, indeed, buy Nazguls. As it so happens, we bought some last fall. We thought we were buying guineas, but the past couple weeks have proven otherwise. For the longest time, they were roosting with the Barred Rocks, but ever since we began rotating the chickens onto fresh pasture again, they have become confused and have returned to roosting in the oak tree at the back corner of the house. And you know what they do when they roost? They screech, just like (you guessed it) Nazguls.
They screech when we turn the lights on. They screech when we turn the lights off. The screech as I'm doing the dishes. They screech when Byron and I try to talk. They screech at 2 a.m. They screech at 3 a.m. They screech at...well, you get the idea.
And during the day? They knock on the door. Imagine me, home with my kids, hearing a knock at the door and thinking a friend has stopped by. But instead, I see this:
|Go back to Middle Earth. Please.|
If they don't, I may have to call in Eowyn. Unless you have any advice as to how to quiet a
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