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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



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May. 17th, 2007 05:14 pm (UTC)
There's a refrain in Spain: Gallo cantor, acaba en el asador. The crowing rooster winds up in the oven. The thought is that the noise makes him easier to find. In case that nugget serves your fermentation.
May. 17th, 2007 05:20 pm (UTC)
The bloody things are omnivorous so maybe the take is that the rooster is calling my girls to HIS oven.

One would also interpret that the noisy, crowing rooster drives you crazy enough that you WANT to cook him in order to silence him.

And yes, thank you muchly. Such nuggets are a joy in the fermenting vat. A little oregano in the pot.

May. 17th, 2007 10:08 pm (UTC)
Those *hussies*!
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