Chicken Scratch

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Oh, hello, my Peeping Tom human friends! Just playin’ a lil’ Hide N Seek with the chirpin’ feather dusters here.

Actually, the plan is – they scatter, I go hit the La-Z-Boy and watch some baseball. They’ll figure it out in an hour or two…

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

I’m runnin’ outta ideas, I will confess. Whoever dropped these little cluckers off ain’t comin’ back, it seems. Keepin’ an eye on ‘em is playin’ heck with my social life – I already been told they can’t stay with me in the local pub!!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Maybe if I kept ‘em in a little suitcase…

Anyhoo. So, I spend every wakin’ hour tryin’ to amuse the pint-sized poultry – I ain’t getting’ any ME time!! I can barely remember the last time I enjoyed the company of a little lady friend, if ya know what I mean!!

I mean – the ole hen house has been a bit barren, is what I’m sayin’!!

Charlie needs a peck now and again, I’m tellin’ ya!!!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Oh, Bloody Hell!!

Filbert has fallen down the stairs again. There ain’t nuthin’ more gratin’ than the sound of a chicken gobblin’ and bawlin’…

I’d better do dig out the cluckin’ First Aid kit. Again…

Cluck for now!!