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I saw you post this on twitter. I so wanted to ask which one. That is so sweet. Thanks for the moment.

Geez, nobody had Valery Giscard d’Estaing in the DP?

What’s the world coming to.

For those interested in astronomy or astrology there is going to be a great conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn just after sunset on the winter solstice. You can see them getting closer now if you look up at night.

Solstice! ah, I fondly remember getting a hernia when I knicked a 4 foot granite curbstone to use as a winter Solstice stone. I carried that hernia around for another 36 years.

there was merriment, and drink, and merriment, and probably more drink, and a flight through the dark forest on a zip line, and merriment and drink.

Perhaps if you gave the chicken a name apart from Spoon, she wouldn’t flee your premises. But I’m glad you got her back, and she didn’t end up as a video or photo on the Daily Fail about mean old nature to make me mad with photos I really didn’t need to see.

Perhaps Dingo, or Zoot 🙂

I had to name seven of the little peepers at once, and I’d kind of run out of steam by the time I got to her.

Find Dish and you will find Spoon…..

Sweasy – Running out of names – my first World of Warcraft character was “Callwaiting” because I had to name him (a Tauren) and when it asked for a name, I scanned the room for inspiration and my eyes landed on my (ancient person alert!) desk phone unit. My made up names are generally terrible.

Reading your post again – you could write a story…”The Chicken Field”, though I’m not sure what exactly, aside from chickens, it would be about. Maybe justice served there by some of the Armored Chickens from the alternate Chicken universe.

@Someveg – heh. Tolkien’s “Man in the Moon” song from the 1st book covers their escape.

@ Some Vegetable, good one!
———————
Hey diddle diddle,
The Cat and the fiddle,
The Cow jumped over the moon,
The little Dog laughed to see such sport,
And the Dish ran away with the Spoon

Mme. Ermine, you could claim ex post facto that you call her Spoon because her full name is Spoon River Anthology.

But maybe not. Masters’ book is a collection of free verse monologues from dead people. As Britannica puts it:

They are spoken from beyond the grave by former residents of a dreary, confining small town like those Masters himself had known during his Illinois boyhood. The speakers tell of their hopes and ambitions and of their bitter, unrealized lives.

Ugh. Unappealing.

OK, how about claiming you named her after William Archibald Spooner because she has plumey prettage?

You could claim you named her after Sir Edmund Hillary.

There’s probably a documented case of him using a spoon.