Remember (or not) my old post a few weeks ago when my chicken ate my earrings? At the end of the post, I wrote, Then, today I went out to look for my diamond earring and another hen (or the same one) jumped and ate the diamond starter earring on the OTHER SIDE.
You might not have understood what that meant. So, today is a post about what that meant.
The day before, I was with my friend at the chicken coop and they ate my earring. My friend slept over. The next day, I tried to take my other diamond earring off so it would match. I couldn’t get the back off. I tried for, like, 30 minutes and I couldn’t get it off. My mom said “why don’t you just have the chickens take it off?” and that was just what happened. She was joking, but the chickens ACTUALLY took it off and ate it. I guess they like the way sterling silver tastes.