Friday, April 01, 2005


LOOK OUT ghosties and goulies and Things- That-Go-Bump-in-the-Night . . . CHICKEN ON PATROL!

5 Comments:

At 6:31 AM, Blogger Trendle Ellwood said...

Heather, that is no chicken!
That is a rooster!
Winnie thought my hen was a rooster.
I love you city girls
Hah!
Tren

 
At 6:32 AM, Blogger Trendle Ellwood said...

Heather do you have an Austalian word for Rooster?
Are Chooks both hens and roosters?

Love Tren

 
At 7:54 AM, Blogger Okanagan Valley Garden said...

Love the ROOSTER!! I had several Polish Roosters strutting around the farm here last summer doing the "guard-dog" thing. They are lovely to watch!

Bobbi

 
At 11:39 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

TRENdle! TrenDLE! TRENDLE! I KNOW that is a ROOster! I just happen to call everything of this poultry fowl variety a ‘chicken.’ Does chicken really just mean a female of the species? That is VERY disappointing. I mean, it just doesn’t sound as good to say “Beware the Rooster!” or “Have Rooster, Will Travel.” If you are going to threaten someone with a fowl, it is so much more frightening to say: “I have a chicken and I know how to use it!”

Ah HA! Definitions of chicken:

* noun: a domestic fowl bred for flesh or eggs; believed to have been developed from the red jungle fowl
* noun: a foolhardy competition; a dangerous activity that is continued until one competitor becomes afraid and stops
* noun: the flesh of a chicken used for food
* noun: a person who lacks confidence, is irresolute and wishy-washy
* adjective: (informal) easily frightened

No where does this say a FEMALE fowl! I am vindicated! Chicken it be! Besides THAT! Look at this definition! It Rocks the Cosmos. “Believed to have been developed from the Red Jungle Fowl!”

That is what I am hereby naming my CHICKEN. “THE RED JUNGLE FOWL!!”

Beware The Red Jungle Fowl!! Bruhahahahahaha!!!

 
At 12:21 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

Now Trendle darling! I must take issue with you sweet pea. I never thought your rooster was a chicken. I only saw the lad after I made the comment about your chickens following you as you planted the larkspur seeds.

As a true blue country girl, with a couple of hay seeds left as proof of my origins, I know a chicken from a rooster. The lad strutting around the Abbey halls is most certainly a rooster.

Is he a shape-changer? Anita Marie would very likely be the person to ask.

As for chooks - that is the Aussie name for hens, not roosters. We always had chooks when I was growing up in country Victoria and I will tell the story about the ones that Dad hung from the lemon tree, but only when our friend has his back turned.

 

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