May 17th, 2007

Walkabout

Oh Those Story Ideas...

It's the oddest thing. You see, we're not the only people in the general 10 acre lot vicinity that have chickens. Two lots away they have them. On the dirt road a few lots away they have them. On the main road, they actually advertise to sell their eggs despite the homeowners' covenant against commercial poultry operations. What others have that we don't is The Rooster.

And lately, I've been hearing one heck of a lot of rooster. Like all day long. And my brain has begun to identify it as some sort of siren call to my girls. I begin to worry that they will go looking for the source of that sound. Which gives new meaning to why a chicken might cross a road, though I'm not certain they would have to.

It's just a thought. Just one more nugget in the fermentation of the chicken story that is sure to come out of all of this nonsense.

Frog Out