Drinking with Chickens day!

It's May 23! It's time to get out the homemade mead and go down to the coop!

Hmm, the chicken coop huh?
I have been in some pretty seedy bars in my time, but I suspect they were cleaner than a chicken coop...
Cigarette smoke and stale beer stinks but at least the patrons are not pooping directly on the floor... well one would hope not anyhow...
Of course, the chickens might be more informative to talk to than a drunk person.

Unfortunately, I make Italian food and smoked cheese, not Mead.
Do you think that the chickens would consider substituting eating smoked cheese and hot sausage over drinking mead?

OH, WAIT these are chickens... small dinosaurs... they want the mead and the smoked cheese and if I happened to pass away while sitting there they would happily eat me as well...
Isn't nature grand?
 

I'm sure if you sent a nice invite to the chickens, they'd come join you at the house, Thomas! Particularly if the invite was written on a piece of Kale.

I just told everyone about this, and we are all going out to have some of John's sweet cherry mead with the chickens, this evening! Thank you for letting us know about this silly-fun event!!

Oh my goodness!  This will be my MIL's favourite holiday from henceforth!  But she has to wait a whole 359 days before it comes around again, so I'm debating whether to hang onto the knowledge and tell her next year or break the news to her that she missed it.