What if ChickenBlog moved into radio? What would my
call letters be, I wonder. We are west of the Mississippi, so we'd start with a K. How about: KBHR...
Bird House Radio?
Good morning! Let's go out to the barn for a midmorning check on traffic. No helicopters, here, but our field reporter is on the ground and she sees significant back up at the favorite nest box.
It's beak to bumper, and no relief in sight.
Alternate routes are available, but Liberty Chicken Maran thinks
nest sharing is the answer.
Looks like Liberty Chicken Maran is preparing to merge.
Oh dear, folks, we have a
pile-up! The Carpool lane is overloaded.
Sig alert!
Thompson Chicken Maran, emerges, only her pride is injured.
Let's see if she'll answer a few questions...
Q.
Ms Chicken Maran, how did you feel when you were encroached upon? Did the other hen signal, or was she lead-footed? Do you think the farmer is to blame for these conditions?
Ms. Chicken Maran, eyeballing the field reporter with thinly veiled disregard, refuses to comment.
Liberty Chicken Maran, unruffled, settles down to business.
Nothing to report, here.
Let's check traffic at nest box 2, aka
The Goat Feeder.
Ada Lovelace Goat, how do you feel about the traffic situation? Do you have any comments for our listeners?
Ada Lovelace Goat says, "
We try to give those compact models plenty of room. They zip in and out of lanes, scratching and pecking as they go. We love coming to The Goat Feeder, but it's getting real popular, and you get these ladies who just drop in, and idle, they take their time, texting their business, 'cluck, cluck, cluck!'"
Folks, Ada Lovelace Goat offered to sing a song, but she started by chewing on my equipment, and now, I'm afraid we are all out of time.
This is Natalie, the Chickenblogger, KBHR in the morning, wishing you
clear lanes, and fresh eggs!
4 comments:
You are so clever! This post was hilarious.
Thank you, Anonymous~
Beak to bumper… I love it!
Sometimes these things practically write themselves! Chickens tell a thousand stories...
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