By Beverly Hicks Burch
Well, here she is, yes THE headless, dead chicken from the Chicken Hung Phooey blog.
Like clockwork, Mr. Rooster Phooey woke us with his crowing this morning. There was no evidence of him on the fence this morning. Of course, we couldn’t see what was on the other side of the Jeep or on the other side of the fence. For all we know he’s hanging around somewhere…pun clearly intended.
I don’t know too much about chickens, but I would say they mustn’t be very bright birds given what they went through yesterday morning. They most certainly must be creatures driven by instinct to perch on high, visible and even dangerous locations.
Let me put it this way. If I had hung around by a thin piece of twine, stretched out across the broad side of a privacy fence on a hot July summer morning looking like for all practical purposes a headless dead or rubber chicken, well…it would have been a cold day in July before I perched my feathery butt back up on that fence again!
As far as Mr. Rooster Phooey…we can only hope…
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