Yesterday was the first day of school for teachers in the district I work in. So I got up in the morning, made myself presentable and headed off to the welcome back breakfast and speaker with 200 or so of my colleagues. I had on a pair of my 'Good Shoes" - the ones that don't get worn to visit the animals. About halfway through the entertainment of the morning I looked down at my feet to see a huge and fluffy silkie feather hanging off the bottom of one of my "Good Shoes". 
Knowing that it was most likely attached to my shoe with a good chunk of chicken poo too, I sent the rest of the time half hearing what the speaker was saying and half trying to maneuver the feather under my shoe and out of site without attracting attention.
Kind of makes you wonder how the rest of the year is going to go. . . .
Knowing that it was most likely attached to my shoe with a good chunk of chicken poo too, I sent the rest of the time half hearing what the speaker was saying and half trying to maneuver the feather under my shoe and out of site without attracting attention. Kind of makes you wonder how the rest of the year is going to go. . . .
