Day 12: whale
In truth, chickens do really badly in water. They’ve been known to drown in a bucket or even their own water bowl. They’ve been pulled alive out of a dip in the pond only to die anyway out of pique.
I have occasionally bathed a chicken, but they are not fond of it. “Mad as a wet hen” is a real thing.
Posted: October 12th, 2018 under art.
Comments: 6
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Comment from thefritz
Time: October 12, 2018, 9:16 pm
“Thar she crooooows!”
Comment from Uncle Al
Time: October 12, 2018, 9:56 pm
“Ooh! That’s a big ‘un, that is! Lookit that giant beak! That’s a Bird’s Baird’s whale! Must be at least 10 tonnes, maybe more. Look lively, now! We’ll be swimmin’ in Whale Tenders if we can bring her in!”
Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: October 13, 2018, 5:11 am
There once was a whaler named Dickens
Who instead hunted the Great White Chicken
He walked with one old wooden leg
Which was because, said harpooner Queequeg
The Great Chicken had given Dickens a lickin’.
I’ll be here all week; be sure to tip your waitress; try the veal chicken!
Comment from Anonymous
Time: October 13, 2018, 1:00 pm
Is that ah chicken boat outta East ChickenSandwich I see theyah?
Bound foh a Clucktucket sleigh ride no doubt!
Yoah right handy with a pen and ink missy!
Comment from Uncle Al
Time: October 13, 2018, 7:49 pm
I just noticed something that I missed when I read the Baird’s Whale article:
Lifespan estimates, based on earwax plug samples, indicate these whales can live up to 85 years.
Hmph. Earwax plug samples. I wonder what prompted that first researcher to look for a correlation between a whale’s age and its earwax.
Comment from Deborah HH
Time: October 13, 2018, 9:32 pm
Clucktucket. That’s beautiful man.
She’s a beauty, Stoaty.
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