It’s been a rough summer all around
the country. Today in the Northeast we’re starting the week with yet another
round of dreary skies, high humidity and drenching rain showers. My brain is
half-melted and half-soggy, which could account for my idea to do this post on
Wonders of the Chicken World.
Let me start out by saying my
affinity for poultry is a hereditary trait, so I can’t help my fascination with
these creatures. My maternal grandmother raised chickens on her farm in
Hatfield, Massachusetts. Although she died when I was a baby and I never had
the opportunity to meet her brood, my mother loved to tell me stories about
how my grandmother was attached to her chickens. The most amusing story concerned how
my grandmother broke her arm one winter day when she slipped on an ice patch on
her way to the hen house. In those days, she was kept in the hospital for
several days and my mother said the only thing she asked about when one of her
8 kids came to visit was “Are you taking care of my chickens?”
My mother wasn’t a chicken fancier;
she was a duck fancier. Her apartment
was filled with the ceramic and stuffed ducks she collected. We never ate duck
and my mother’s reasoning for this was that it was “too fatty.” I suspect she
just couldn’t bring herself to ingest a creature she loved.
I’m more partial to bears and
monkeys, but I do admit that when I see a flock of chickens I’m invariably
drawn to them and have been known to carry on a conversation in “Cluckese.” On
one of our trips to a venue that we knew would contain chickens, Joe made this
sign for Stretch to carry:
However, I like to point out that my
family obviously was aware that there are more to these creatures than just a
good barbecue item. Check out these examples:
There was the chicken who lived in
Chinatown in Manhattan and challenged you to a game of tic tac toe. She always
won.
I never met Zelda the Psychic
Chicken and couldn’t find any information on her on the Internet, so if you’ve
ever had your fortune told by her, let me know if it turned out the way she
predicted!
Delmar the tap dancing chicken
performed at Silver Springs in Florida. He would turn on the juke box and tap
dance for his audience.
That last chicken gave Stretch an
idea. He said as long as he’s fated to put up with my affinity for chickens,
maybe he can turn it into a profitable venture. He’ll be selling tickets for
concerts featuring “Stretch Bear and the
Clucks” soon.
(With thanks to Mitzi, Stretch's newly appointed Road Manager, for providing the instruments for the chickens.)
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