Chicken Fest......

T’day is Chicken Fest Saturday.....the third annual, ackshully.....’n our little ol street has been filled with cars ‘n trucks ‘n people pretty much all day...parking, unparking, searching for a parking spot...Crestline is really only one block long, (the alley don’t really count, don’cha know)...we’ve had people walking up the hill ‘n back down, kids ‘n kids in strollers ‘n kids on skateboards....young people, old people, people who should know better.....all come to gawk at Fair Oaks Famous Feral Fowl....sheesh!
Rusty ‘n Willie have been busy all day, running from door to door, barking ‘n growling, doing their job of protecting the manor house from the hoi poiloi....(hoi poiloi is French, I think, meaning mass of persons)...
We didn’t take an early walk t’day, too many persons of interest...I took ‘em out in the south forty instead....but they are so used to the evening stroll that we had to take it.....Willie was so excited that I tho’t he'd blow a gasket, he fairly danced at the end of his leash ‘n I couldn’t let him all the way out....’course, that had Rusty on edge also.....the chickens were already upset, sort’a like celebrities with paparazzi, I guess ‘n the evening cat was nowhere t’ be found...on the plus side, the skunks were in hiding also (ev’ry cloud has a silver lining, they say)......
I didn’t bother t’go downtown....the music was much too loud ‘n I don’t like crowds anymore now than I did last year....Millyrose went however....ackshully, she went twice....she’s a lot more sociable than me....
I didn’t used t’be unsociable ‘n I really don’t think I’m actually unsociable now, it’s just that I prefer friends in smaller groups these days.....
Ah well, t’morrow is my b’day....I never tho’t I’d last this long but since I have, I think I’ll try ‘n emulate the wonderful one-hoss shay....’n that lasted a hundred years ‘n a day.....Happy B’day t’me.....