Killer Chickens

I try to hide them, but I have issues. Have you noticed? Yes, and quite a number of them, too. Like most of my fears, I can trace this one to childhood. 
Back in the day, at Easter time, a girl would often find herself the proud owner of a flock of pastel chickies. Perhaps you did, too.
And so the girl set out to mother her little flock tending to them most lovingly and making sure that every need of their cheeping little beings was fulfilled. They soon came to recognize her and would fly to the corner of the box whenever she came near. And she thought: They are soooo  koochy-woochy, wooby-dooby cute. 
One day, however, Mother and Father came once again to their senses and realized that they now had a herd of prepubescent chickens living in their kitchen. They decided to hand them off to the neighbors who actually had a chicken coop.
This was a perfectly delightful arrangement as now the little girl could visit and feed her flock. Imagine her surprise when one horrific afternoon she let herself into the coop only to find herself surrounded by a group of highly agitated hens. They had no patience for her wooby-dooby anymore and pecked at her legs so fiercely that the sounds of her screaming rattled around the valley three times. 
Fast forward to Sunday afternoon when John and I were happily driving like the old folks we are through the countryside looking for autumn.
 We saw a beautiful scene where there was an empty drive handy so that we could park and be out of the way. Out of the car I popped and was preparing to take my first photo when out of the barn came the herd. 

They ran so fast that they looked as if they were on horseback...I do believe I heard one of them say, "Get her, Gertrude!"

Ackkkk... I couldn't get back to the car fast enough. I fell in panting and slammed the door shut.

Goodbye, Ladies, hope that your real dinner arrives soon.

This was the view I was going for...

Just learned that I can do this in my Photoscape program. I do wish that it would stop flattening the top, bottom, and sides, though; otherwise, it's a great effect.
A delightful autumn day to you. Don't let the killer chickens get ya!