If that isn't a triple-whammy-reason to do something Spring-like or Pagan'ish then I don't know what is.
I just hope that my Pagan sacrifices (the slicing of bread, the burnt offerings of bacon, and the breaking of eggs) will appease the heathen god/desses and they will bless me with a successful spring planting this year.
Because I sure shit don't want them punishing me with some freaky thing like this:
I was looking up pictures to put in my blog today. You know, happy, flower-filled, green-grass kind'a pictures. And then I saw ^ that. That is not a happy spring picture. That is a vernal freak of nature. And totally creepy to boot. The picture reminds me of those people that go out into the forest preserves with a jar of honey and tempt bears to lick it off their hands. It just ain't gonna end well.
Can you imagine the havoc that freaky monstrosity of a baby chicken would wreak upon you and your barnyard? The next picture in the series would go something like this; Goliath chick stabs woman in the brain through her eye, then steps on top of her chest and eviscerates her with it's chickenshitstained velociraptor-like feet and feeds on the woman's soft innards before moving on to the next homestead where it stabs and claws it's next victims.
Well then. That went downhill quickly now, didn't it?