Chicken Scratch

Weekend greetings. I used to have feathers, you never did...

Buk-AAAAWK!!!

Wow! Busy week last week. I ended up gettin' drafted into active duty, with the Prairie Poultry Patrol. I joined as a lark, to scam some "charitable organization" bucks, but Holy Chicken Pellets - we got flooded here last week!! Our group had to actually get out of the neighborhood pub, and rescue people!!

Ya ya, I know - Charlie, you're so brave. Charlie, you're my hero.

Well, I am...

But tell that to the twit that start screamin' when she saw a group of chickens wearing lifejackets, swimmin' over to her car!! What, were we a synchronized swimmin' team, lookin' to heist her Randy Travis cds??

Buk-AAAWK!!

Humans are SOOOO cluckin' stupid...

Not only did we risk serious beak pucker tryin' to save this wingnut, that flood water was cluckin' dirty!! And cold! I'm still tryin' to get the feelin' back in my pinfeathers.

Hey, speakin' of poultry, how about them Anaheim Ducks? We may just be cousins in the bird world, but good on 'em for winnin' a freakin' Stanley Cup!!

What do they do with it, now that they got it? Make soup? Save rainwater?? I know what I'd do with it...seeing as how I ain't got no litterbox anywhere in this joint...

Speakin' of that, I gotta run. I feel my morning constitutional comin' on.

Let's Get Ready To RUMBLE!!!!!!!

Cluck for now!