Chicken Scratch

(Philadelphia, Day 5)

Scrambled eggs and powdered milk!! I'm in pluckin' Philly!!

Snuck into some luggage, last minute earlier this week, and it's a dang good thing I did... These bozos were goin' on a road trip, and they forgot to tell ole Charlie!!

#@!!*!

It's not like I'm on probation or anything.

Well, OK...I AM on probation, but what's one little road trip, as long as I report on time come Monday mornin'?? It's not like I have to wear an ankle bracelet...

OK, so I SHOULD be wearing my ankle bracelet. It came off too easy, far as I'm concerned.

Buk-AAAWK!!

So, while Mr. & Mrs. Banjo have been runnin' their fool heads off, I been stayin' closer to home, so's as to scurry back whenever the trackin' device I put on 'em goes off.

Still, I been able to hit a few clubs close by, and lemme tell ya, there ain't many chicks in downtown Philly. Lots of mammals, not one cluckin' chick!!!

And hot! By the hammer of Thor, it's so hot I could dry off that slimy stuff on the top of my beak!

Can't find much in the way of pellets around neither. Sure, there's the odd kernel of corn kickin' around, but fowl does not live by corn alone. Frankly, I don't mind the odd bit of hamburger, truth be told...

Even though ground beef tends to activate my...

Ah, ya probably don't wanna know...

At any rate, I hear some stirrin' over in the bed. Better sign off, and get back in the suitcase...

Cluck for now!!