Chicken Scratch

Brrrr….

What the cluck! When did the mercury decide to frost over??

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

I can’t quite put my chicken knuckles on it, but it seems like summer has suddenly vamoosed, and there are signs that colder weather is enroot. A fella could use some pants on his pinfeathers around here!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

If I didn’t know better, I’d say there were subtle clues that I musta missed – it was like 30° degrees here just the uther day! Now the birdbath outside looks like a NHL rink. The neighbourhood squirrels have gone into panic mode, rustlin’ up nuts. They better take a good look at a big bald one that lives here!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Holy guacamole! I need ta put some gloves on my knuckles – winner time must be just around the corner – from the Arctic!! Woe is cluckin’ me!!!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Ah, WTF – I’m gonna go for a siesta in the hammock right now anyway. I may be a chicken pop if I stay out too long, but I’m made outta hardy stock – and I don’t mean bouillabaisse!!

Cluck for now!!