Hay nobody ever listens to me
how about this guy?
posted by Moray Watson @ 4:19 PM
Our House In Jersey
The day-to-day antics of one said "House in Jersey", where 6 Jersey residents, including a married couple, a licensed flashdancing aesthetician, a recovering salvation army worker, and their two adorable, egomaniacal kittens live their happy lives: Hillarity ensues when kittens are fed crappy organic kitty-food. Oh-No! Who will win the battle for the Monkey-Ball trophy? Tune in to find out.
Contributors
Links
- Moray Watson homepage
- Maria Dessena homepage
- Aaron Forsyth homepage
- Friend and composer Matt Van Brink
- Friend and guitarist Ethan Meixsell
- Moray's blog
- Friend Sue Peltz's blog
- Friend Jessi King's International Summer Blog
- Friend Katie Mathis' blog
- Friend Brian Ketcham's blog
- Friend Kari at The Pardun Family Site
- Friend Ashley Shelby's blog
- Ashley's professional blog
- Friend Ralph, "Surrogate Son"
- Friend Michelle's blog, Us vs. Food
- Friend Brian's blog, Us vs. Beer
- Friend Katie Mathis' blog
Previous Posts
- Weathering the Storm
- it's finally over
- awful
- Two (Woo!)
- What-er, what is it good for
- Hardship
- Picture Overload!
- Natchez
- My new hero
- Don't leave me stranded here!
5 Comments:
Sorry, but that guy lost his credibility as soon as he implied that KFC serves chicken. There's nothing in those buckets that resembles chicken.
So, for the sake of my tongue and my stomach, I've already been avoiding KFC for years ... but now I'll officially boycott, for you and the chickens.
Okay.
But what about the KFC tent at the South Florida Fair? It's my favorite part of the Fair. All these hens and pullets, and the cocks going cock-a-doodle-do and setting off a doodle-do chain reaction. Polish chickens. Some turkeys and other fowl, too. But the best - and, simultaneously sad - part is the little pen with the biddies: little yellow fluff balls scurrying here and there. They are so cute. And they don't have a mama. Jesus said something like "Oh, Jerusalem! How often would I have taken you under my wing as a mother hen her chicks." These production line chicks must be hard wired to look for a sheltering wing, but ... No wonder they run around hither and yon, as though one of their brood had hollered "I think she's over here."
Everybody thinks it is so cute to see a mother duck with ducklings trundling along behind her in a line, or a hen with chicks ranging not too far away and then hurrying to the mother. I speculate that not many people think about the cute little things not having a mother.
Maybe they could make a surrogate mother, like somebody once did for the monkeys, made out of burlap or something. Maybe a burlap Colonel that looked like Big Bird with a white goatee.
Schweitzer had it right.
You gotta know your chicken
Don't worry about the chickens. Nature always finds a way.
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