How did the chickens cross the road? They didn't, but the Lama did...

Today was quit the busy day here at the Zijlstra house... First of all, at 3.40am this morning I (yes... me myself and I) got out of bed to help out in the barn (milk test had to be done) Since I got woken up twice (by precious kids), of which one was at 3.15 I was pretty awake in the barn! :p As soon as the last liters were written down, I crossed the road (ok, the title does not apply here! I'm not a chicken, or a Lama...) and prepared everything that needed to be prepared before the kids would wake up (lunch for Marten, etc) Before I could even lay down on the couch, Marten and Bauke woke up (6.30) and so the day in the house started... Marten ended up 'not feeling too well' so he stayed home (prepared lunch for nothing) And we had a pretty 'normal' day... Up until 3.30pm... Time to get the chickens ready to leave the farm to get 'you know what' ... Yes, I was not looking forward to this moment of the day, since I (yup, me myself and I) had to bring those chickens to the 'slaughterhouse' (creepy...) and because Tjipke would leave before I would be back, I had to take the kids... I'm telling you, those kids learned a hard real life lesson today... Just a few months ago those cute little chicks arrived at the farm, they were little, 'beautiful' (as Rachel calls them) and actually quite cute! They were even named... We've seen them grow up to become such nice chickens... and then it was time... time to end their life... :s For me, I'm ok with this, I rather have the chickens that I will eat (:s) fed by my husband then anyone else (right) But my poor kids... "but mommy, they are so nice, they never hurt me" said Bauke... "they're still so beautiful, I don't care that they're fat" said Rachel... "It hurts mommy, I don't want this to happen" said Marten... And so our journey starts... we loaded the chickens in the car (not mine, luckily) and off we went... 1 Meter ahead 1 pops out of the box... "red alert red alert" call the kids... I put it back in the box and add some more duck tape to the lid on the box... 15 Kilometers ahead, the same one pops out of the box again... this time I added a phonebook, to lengthen the side of the box (and more duck tape, to keep it all together) About an hour later we arrive at the place... The chickens get taken out of the boxes and off they went... Tomorrow we can pick them up, ready to be frozen... I was ready to have some cry babies on our way back, all I heard was Bauke repeating himself "but they were so nice, sigh" and then Marten asked "when will oom Sjoerd buy some new chickens, I really like to have chickens on the farm again, maybe ones that lay eggs..." Done and forgotten... But still a lesson learned maybe a bit too young... Oh yes, the Lama... On our way there I was looking all over the place for deer (ever since I got hit by one, I'm sooooo scared it will happen again) when all of a sudden there was a lama by the side of the road! Pretty funny, must have gotten out of his fence... :p