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Day 27: thunder

‘Nother wet chicken. Sad.


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: October 27, 2018, 9:27 pm

Stoatie, how do your chickens react to thunderstorms? Not so much the rain but the lightning flashes and thunder crack-booms? Or do they sense the impending multimedia show and make themselves scarce before the action starts?

Comment from Mark Matis
Time: October 27, 2018, 9:41 pm

Of course, another option for “thunder” would be a flatulating chicken…

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: October 27, 2018, 10:13 pm

Is that rain dripping off the chicken’s beak, or is it a worm? The worm population at Badger House might be sadly depleted, with so many sharp-eyed hunters on the prowl.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: October 27, 2018, 10:35 pm

Something is shaking the henhouse!
There must be danger near!
‘Tis the fox coming to eat us!
Relax, said the old rooster; that’s only the thunder you hear.

But what if that sound is the old farmer?
Chicken dinner, not turkey this year?
‘Tis with a big axe he’ll greet us!
Relax, said the old rooster; that’s only thunder you hear.

But that means the Sky is angry!
And the noise is something to fear!
Perhaps it’s the sky falling on us!
Relax, said the old rooster; that’s only thunder you hear.

So you’re saying that thunder ain’t dangerous?
That’s precisely the truth, my dear
It’s lightning, not thunder, can destruct us
And that, said the old rooster, brings the thunder you never hear.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: October 27, 2018, 11:24 pm

And snow my precious, how does the cluckers like snow?

You know, for thunder, you could have done Wagner’s Valkyries, mounted on chickens, “Clucka ta HOOOOA!!! Clucka ta Hoooaaaa! Cluck cluck! Cluck CluuuuuuCCCCKKKK!!!!!

I’ll just see myself out shall I?

Oh, Some Veg! LOVED THAT!

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