At a Loss...Shooting the Red Cross

I got into trouble today at the second farm store. I was snapping away at the baby chicks when the manager approached me.

"Excuse me Sir, what are you doing?"

"I'm taking pictures of the chicks."

"Are you with the NRA (National Rifle Association)? Are you with PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals?"

"No, and no. I'm just taking pictures. (I thought I'd be wasting my breath to tell her about Blip.)

"Well, we've had some problems, and I'm going to ask you to stop taking pictures."

"OK ma'am...no more pictures."

I thought it was over when she turned to walk away, but she was right back on me, and she raised her voice a decibel.

"I still don't understand. Why would you be taking pictures? Are you SURE you're not with PETA?"

I didn't know what else to say. I might have groveled. "I just like baby chicks."

SHEESH!!

These are Red Cross chickens.