Dear dad got a duck for Father’s Day. Not because he hunts, but because I wanted to go with a traditional Father’s Day image, which leaves us with a mere three choices: ducks, neckties or a pipe (the smoking kind, not the type that you use to bash in a skull).
Dad was fascinated with his duck, even though he admitted at first glance he thought it a pelican. He also promised not to let the darling duck befall the same fate as the chicken I made my mom for Mother’s Day.
WARNING: The following sequence of photos contains disturbing images.
Some of you may have seen this horrific montage which I posted around Mother’s Day, but I post it again in the hopes of saving chickens who cross the road in the future.
Mom claims she was trying to help the chicken cross the road, but these photos disclose otherwise.
What did you get your dad for Father’s Day? A duck? A necktie? A pipe?
Did your mom ever kill a chicken?