Chicken Scratch

We pre-empt all the other varied poultry usually seen in this space today, to present a clip of a gift from one of my sisters – in the video pasted above.

This is a house filled with birds of one sort or another, so it is indeed fitting that I hit a landmark birthday, with yet another new feathered friend.

Speaking of fowl, what sort of tree does a chicken grow on?

A POLE TREE!! Get it?? A Poultry…

Heh Heh Heh…that kills me…

Yes sir, this weekend I bid farewell to my forties, yet cling to my childhood with respect to my behaviour and general mindset. Not a hard thing for men to do, actually. Acting our age has never been a strong suit.

So, do I feel any older? Not really – although when I look in the mirror, the balding husky dude looking back at me from there sure does. THAT guy needs to get some medical attention, pronto!! It wouldn’t hurt for him to visit a dietician, either…

I don’t really have any insightful reflections on this milestone, except to say that I’m quite happy I’ve never had to pass a kidney stone yet. Nor a gall stone, or even a rolling stone for that matter. I haven’t been stoned in quite a while, to be truthful. I’d like to keep it that way.

As for what the future holds, let’s just say that I feel particularly lucky. I had a great year last year, and things are already looking to top that this year.

Oh yeah, and that youngster Mrs. That Dan Guy doesn’t get off the hook here – she celebrates a birthday of her own next week, albeit she still has a view of “50” as a blurry vision far down the road (cradle-robber that I was, back when she hopped out of the cradle to pursue me) – but she stills get older herself, so HA!

50. That’s almost half a century, well over twice a quarter of a century – that’s old, but only if you allow it to be.

Cluck…I mean Chow, for now!!