Chicken Scratch

Why me, Oh Great Chicken…why me?????

Buk-AAAAWK!!!!

Happy long weekend, you hairy humans! While yer out goofin’ off this weekend, ole Charlie here is havin’ to teach the dumbest little chickens I ever saw, how to behave. It ain’t easy, lemme tell ya…

Buk-AAAAWK!!!!

Now that a coupla weeks has passed, and these pint-sized chirpers show no indication of goin’ back where they came from, I find myself in the unlikely role of playin’ Yoda, to a buncha birds that ain’t even smart enough ta grow feathers yet. My burden lays heavy…

Buk-AAAAWK!!!!

Yesterday’s lesson – my booze bottles are NOT bowlin’ pins – I couldn’t believe my bleary eyes when I got up, and heard these wanna-be turkeys rollin’ a rubber ball at my gin!! Thank God nuthin’ broke THIS time, but if I don’t nail everythin’ down – well, I just don’t even wanna think about it. My ticker can’t take this kinda stress! I think one a my eyeballs is startin’ to bulge!!

Can chickens get shingles??????

Buk-AAAAWK!!!!

Alright Charlie…settle down… I just need ta get some patience, and impart my earthly wisdom onta these dum-dums…

I need another cuppa coffee. And it might not hurt to throw a little sumthin’ extra in, just to lure Grandpa Calm out for a visit…

Buk-AAAAWK!!!!

Cluck for now!!