I think the Colonel (Harlan Sanders) has absolutely the best idea of what t’do with chickens.....just wish he c’d do sumthin’ about the chicken problem here in picturesque Ol Fair Oaks....being a chicken-hater in Ol Fair Oaks is kind’a like being a republican in this ‘historic’ year of the Democrat Ascension....the prudent soul ‘ud keep his head low ‘n his mouth shut...that said, nobody ever accused me of being a prudent soul....
So t’day my timing was off sumthin’ turrible....I was returning home from my ‘n I hate t’call it workout but that’s what a sojourn at the gym basically is....it was lunchtime ‘n I was looking forward to a chili dog....I didn’t get one but that’s another story....as I pulled into my driveway, I interrupted what I took t’be a chicken fight....no big deal y’understand, these Ol Fair Oaks roosters fight all the time....but there was sumthin’ a little different about this one cause one of the roosters was a hawk.....a big hawk....’bout the same size as the hen that was evidently spozed to be lunch....as I said, my timing was off ‘n I apologized to the hawk as he (or she) broke off the attack ‘n took refuge in my cottonwood tree to glare balefully at me.....(the chickens took the opportunity to run screaming up the street)....I apologized profusely but I guess I ruined his appetite for the moment ‘n after giving me a disgusted look, the hawk flew away.....I hope he (or she) comes back however cuz we got lots of chickens......
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