Chicken Scratch

Mmmm.

Summer eez in zee air, mon amis. (Mes Amis? Mon petit knuckleheads…)

Yezz, summer eez now hare, and with it, thoughts of loooove  - or at least a variety of fresh new faces. Charlie (or Charles, for zee purpose of the suave lover that I am) looks forward to stepping out wiz many new lady friends this year.

"Sacre Bleu…"

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Ah, mes petit dum-dums…my head she is swilling with zee possibilities of unfamiliar feathers, moist new beaks, and very low IQs. Charles prefers his lady friends corn-fed, and slightly...how you say…airhead??

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Oui Oui, Cheri. Every little breeze seems to wheespair Louise.

COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!

Pardon moi – these cigarettes sometimes make me wheeze..hey, that eez somewhat poetic, yes non?

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Perhaps I should beg your pardon, as I depart for my annual grooming. Zees pinfeathers don’t just place themselves, don’t you know? My stylist works wonders, bringing a certain lift to my signature plumage.

Even though some plumage appears to be less prolific theez days.

Arriverderci, mon amis. Mes Amis? Aw cluck – amis…

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Cluck. For now…