Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Why the Chicken Crossed the Road
My friend, Max Grover, told me a chicken joke. "How did the punk rocker cross the road?"
Answer: "By stapling a chicken to his ear." It makes sense.
But last night I went for a walk with Susi and our grandson, Clay. We wandered through the woods 'til dark, and upon our return saw a chicken standing by the side of the road.
Clearly it was debating whether to cross the road or go back to its peeps. We said hello and talked about the weather, then bid the biddy goodbye. But she protested. "Don't leave me," she begged.
"Now, go home darlin'," I said. But it would not. It followed us all the way up our street. Well, I could not abandon a chicken in distress so I took it in.
There is a dark side to my story. First, there was this ghost ship. Look at the thing in the back. Looks like a ship with trees growing out of it? That is exactly what it is. Nobody seemed to notice. But I did. And the sister of the chicken did.
A walk can heal what ails ya, as I've said before when I actually used to blog. I apologize for wandering around Neptune. I'm back, I hope, and noticing odd things along the way. Like this dog who said, "BEWARE the chicken!"
"Good dog," says I. A little further down the road I see Mary up there with some pigeons. I think if she lived in Port Townsend, she would in fact be feeding the pigeons. Saint Francis had a way with animals because he listened to them and let them sit on his head and shoulders.. He would have taken the chicken home.
How nice to look for friends along the way. Along the path.
So then, about that chicken's sister. I did find the owner of the chicken the next day. But he said that she had a sister who also escaped from the coop last night. Apparently she had been spooked. I think he may have mentioned the ghost ship. The next day they found a pile of feathers next door.
So why did Henrietta cross the road? 1. To get away from ghost ships. 2. To find a safe place to snuggle away from the coyotes. or 3. For love.