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Who is the most difficult chicken in the land?


It’s always Spoon.

She’s been on the roof of the garage and the roof of the house. She got so far up a climbing rose, I had to trim it to a stump to get to her. She spent the night in a hedge once. When she vanished this afternoon, I thought there was a good chance she was up a tree somewhere.

And so she was. On the other side of the hedge, in the field next door, jussssst high enough I couldn’t cut her down with the loppers. In the end, at the absolute upper end of my reach, I managed to coax her onto the blade of a hoe and lower her gently to the ground. I think I stressed my sternum.

She would have been safe enough in the tree overnight, if a bit chilly. It’s when she came down at the crack of dawn that’s the problem. Chickens who go into that field often don’t come back.

Have a good weekend and look out for Spoon!


Comment from Pupster
Time: December 5, 2020, 12:40 am


Comment from Ripley
Time: December 5, 2020, 12:54 am

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

Comment from dissent
Time: December 5, 2020, 3:48 am

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

What’s the world coming to.

Comment from Stephen Falken
Time: December 5, 2020, 4:07 pm

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.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: December 5, 2020, 5:00 pm

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 🙂

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 5, 2020, 7:10 pm

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.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: December 6, 2020, 12:13 pm

Find Dish and you will find Spoon…..

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: December 6, 2020, 2:42 pm

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.

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: December 6, 2020, 5:16 pm

@ 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

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: December 6, 2020, 10:20 pm

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?

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: December 7, 2020, 10:27 am

You could claim you named her after Sir Edmund Hillary.

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

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