Gypsy Jan
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Now I Know Why the Chicken(s) Crossed the Road
Today, we went to our little town to pick up some items from the store.
When I got out of the car, I saw a guy come around a corner across the street from me, swinging a plastic bucket and calling (I swear), "Kittie,
kittie."
Suddenly, the underbrush near me erupted and two roosters and several hens came out running towards him and then disappeared into the backyard of the
house where he was was standing.
He saw me staring and winked and then carried the bucket to the back to feed the chickens.
[Edited on 11-30-2012 by Gypsy Jan]
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow mindedness.”
—Mark Twain
\"La vida es dura, el corazon es puro, y cantamos hasta la madrugada.” (Life is hard, the heart is pure and we sing until dawn.)
—Kirsty MacColl, Mambo de la Luna
\"Alea iacta est.\"
—Julius Caesar
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dtbushpilot
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I saw chickens crossing the road yesterday followed closely by my new Baja dog....that might explain why she had a rope tied around her neck when I
found her....
"Life is tough".....It's even tougher if you're stupid.....
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Marc
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Quote: | Originally posted by dtbushpilot
I saw chickens crossing the road yesterday followed closely by my new Baja dog....that might explain why she had a rope tied around her neck when I
found her....
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Like oil & water.
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Mula
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"kee kiti kee" is the Mexican call for chickens.
Learned this on a ranch out of Mazatlan in the 70's.
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Mulegena
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Thirty years ago I knew an old woman on the mainland who called her piglets with a sing-song, "Vengase! Vengase! Vengase!"
It was so fun to watch those little rolly polly guys come squeeling, rumble tumble.
She also kept a chicken in her house tied to the leg of her bed.
This was while the little baby chicks were tiny and vulnerable to the outdoors
(protected from getting run over by a thundering herd of piglets, I assume).
Good memories, thanks!
"Raise your words, not your voice. It's rain that grows flowers, not thunder." ~Rumi
"It's the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." ~ Aristotle
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