Chicken Scratch

(Posted with shivering chicken fingers by frosty weekend guest blogger, Charlie Chicken…)

CLUCK ME!!!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Snow?? Are ya cluckin’ kiddin’ me?????

This is almost June, fer cluck’s sake!!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Batter my giblets and call me deep-fried…what the doodles does this mean?? Is there gonna be a plague of locusts next?

An’ it’s not only snow-covered, it’s snow comin’ down like there wuzza sale on the stuff. I’ll be cooped up in here all weekend, what with my avurshion ta wet knuckles.

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

An’ ya wonder why I drink…

I could swear I heard rain deers onna roof lass night – but it musta been pigeons bangin’ their heads on tha shingles – even the worms is wearin’ overcoats when they pop up outta tha ground!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

I’m goin’ back ta bed – see ya in August!

Cluck fer now…