Chicken Scratch
Howdy, humans!
The chickens are just decoratin’ the ole coop – ta get inta the Xmas spirit. The big day is comin’, so it was high time we got our act together.
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
Not that the little cluckers are all that useful. Unless you include eatin ‘tinsel and chewin’ on ornaments as participatin’…
As for Hen Rietta, well, if ya happen to be a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue judge, for the love of Pete, tell ‘er she ain’t got a chance, and mebbe we can all get on with our lives here!!
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
What a dingbat!!
As for ole Cornelius, well…what can I say? Ya run into too much chicken fencin’ as a young chick, and yer head gets a bit scrambled. Ya gotta love him, but he’s just a big galoot.
So, as ya musta surmised, I’M the decoratin’ committee, tryin’ to herd these wayward poultry-pinfeathers inta some semblance a organized decoratin’. Give me strength...
That’s just one of the reasons The Great Chicken invented Scotch…
BUK-AAAAWK!!!
“Deck the halls with balls of corn feed, Fa-La-La-La-La, La-La-La-LAH!!!!!”
Oh well, as long as we’re havin’ a good time – there are still quite a few days before Santa comes, and flies over what could look like an explosion at the pine tree forest.
Hopefully we can get this crap under control, before I start addin’ vodka to the mix…
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
Cluck for now!!
Howdy, humans!
The chickens are just decoratin’ the ole coop – ta get inta the Xmas spirit. The big day is comin’, so it was high time we got our act together.
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
Not that the little cluckers are all that useful. Unless you include eatin ‘tinsel and chewin’ on ornaments as participatin’…
As for Hen Rietta, well, if ya happen to be a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue judge, for the love of Pete, tell ‘er she ain’t got a chance, and mebbe we can all get on with our lives here!!
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
What a dingbat!!
As for ole Cornelius, well…what can I say? Ya run into too much chicken fencin’ as a young chick, and yer head gets a bit scrambled. Ya gotta love him, but he’s just a big galoot.
So, as ya musta surmised, I’M the decoratin’ committee, tryin’ to herd these wayward poultry-pinfeathers inta some semblance a organized decoratin’. Give me strength...
That’s just one of the reasons The Great Chicken invented Scotch…
BUK-AAAAWK!!!
“Deck the halls with balls of corn feed, Fa-La-La-La-La, La-La-La-LAH!!!!!”
Oh well, as long as we’re havin’ a good time – there are still quite a few days before Santa comes, and flies over what could look like an explosion at the pine tree forest.
Hopefully we can get this crap under control, before I start addin’ vodka to the mix…
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
Cluck for now!!
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