Chicken Scratch
Today’s column is guest-posted by Cornelius.
Top of the morning to you, friendly mammals. At least, I HOPE you’re all friendly…
Heh Heh Heh…
And my, aren’t there a lot of you around this morning! Us chickens have all been dodging you nice folks, as it seems every room of this here house is currently occupied. Charlie has apparently lit out for some solitude, and possibly a dram or two of Peach Schnapps. I thought I’d stick around, and keep an eye on everyone.
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
Sorry, something in my throat…
This morning, I’m observing all from my secret hiding place in the kitchen. Considering it’s Canadian Thanksgiving this weekend, a bird in the oven shouldn’t have anything to worry about, eh??
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!!
Pardon me. A bit of beak phlegm, I believe…
I noticed a ham in the refrigerator. Do you suppose that the humans are just keeping it cool over the weekend heat spell? The poor little guy looks awfully quiet, just lying there, but he does have “Smoked” on his packaging, so maybe he’s just incapacitated by his bad habit.
Like Charlie.
At any rate, it sure has been noisy here the past few days. I think the cast of Stomp is rehearsing out in the garage, or something. That seems to be the nerve centre of all the ruckus and ruckusing. I poked my beak out there yesterday afternoon, and almost passed out – there’s more smog out there than downtown L.A. when the winds are weak. I thought that they opened a smelter. My little chicken lungs are not cut out for that sort of onslaught…
Well, better peek and see what else is going on. Last night, these Vikings and beekeepers were up until after 2 AM!! How's a chicken supposed to get his beauty sleep around here??
Cluck for now!!
Today’s column is guest-posted by Cornelius.
Top of the morning to you, friendly mammals. At least, I HOPE you’re all friendly…
Heh Heh Heh…
And my, aren’t there a lot of you around this morning! Us chickens have all been dodging you nice folks, as it seems every room of this here house is currently occupied. Charlie has apparently lit out for some solitude, and possibly a dram or two of Peach Schnapps. I thought I’d stick around, and keep an eye on everyone.
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!
Sorry, something in my throat…
This morning, I’m observing all from my secret hiding place in the kitchen. Considering it’s Canadian Thanksgiving this weekend, a bird in the oven shouldn’t have anything to worry about, eh??
BUK-AAAAWK!!!!!
Pardon me. A bit of beak phlegm, I believe…
I noticed a ham in the refrigerator. Do you suppose that the humans are just keeping it cool over the weekend heat spell? The poor little guy looks awfully quiet, just lying there, but he does have “Smoked” on his packaging, so maybe he’s just incapacitated by his bad habit.
Like Charlie.
At any rate, it sure has been noisy here the past few days. I think the cast of Stomp is rehearsing out in the garage, or something. That seems to be the nerve centre of all the ruckus and ruckusing. I poked my beak out there yesterday afternoon, and almost passed out – there’s more smog out there than downtown L.A. when the winds are weak. I thought that they opened a smelter. My little chicken lungs are not cut out for that sort of onslaught…
Well, better peek and see what else is going on. Last night, these Vikings and beekeepers were up until after 2 AM!! How's a chicken supposed to get his beauty sleep around here??
Cluck for now!!
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