Chicken Stuff

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The other day, one of our many myLot buddies asked "How do you keep the stink out when you raise chickens?" ( Ann LeFlore of French Polynesia - @poehere ) Having not all that much better to do that day, I did what I could to answer Ms Ann's question. There was some good help in arriving at the answer, for my bride and I do not keep chickens around here other than in the freezer. That having been said and done, I thought of chickens today for some egg laying here on this remarkable barnyard of the Internet. I went back and pulled up two items from earlier times - one being the "dedication" deal from an early, early book ( "Mother Gus" ) - and the other a chicken doggerel once put onto a spot over on the HubPages place (now, providentially removed). Then, because today is yet a brand new day, it seemed fitting to come along with a brand new chicken thing - and so I did. Here are the oldies: Mother Gus dedication "To those of us who understand that Chicken Little was correct when she declared, “Big eggs hurt.” Also, to those of us who do not really understand that particular declaration. As well, to those of us who do not understand much of anything, and, finally, to anyone left out of the above." Which Came First? "Our hen laid an egg on the roof. She did that one day as a spoof. In the sun it got hot, went completely to pot. Soon our rooster and hen were aloof." And - here's a new one - freshly laid today: Hallowe'en Eggs May saints preserve us, eggs and all, throughout the Spring, and Summer, Fall. Soon it gets to Hallowe'en. (Not earlier or in-between.) On that day we'll lay eggs red, and blue, and green, and even plaid. When kiddies beat upon the door, Give 'em eggs, one, two, three, four. I know you think we chickens are dumb critters. You are wrong by far. We know the holidays by heart. About those eggs - ain't we plain smart? Whatever you may be thinking right now, stop. Some of us chicken lovers simply have to express our fondness for this ridiculous critter in words of praise and total silliness. Blame it on the weather if you like. Just remember what happened to the chicken that ran across the road. Shame on you if that last bit caused you to smile. Remember always - "Be kind to your egg-laying friends, for a chicken may be somebody's mother." Image source - MorgueFile-Photo by Ronnie B