Sunday, September 21, 2008
Good Morning from Chicken Little
One day a gusty wind from the North blew a chicken into our yard. She decided to stay, and she wakes us up every morning with her clucking, caaw-kle lockle- lockle-ings.
Today she was a little louder than usual.
We think she was calling out...
... to a friend? (Hey Myrtle--are you making pancakes for breakfast?)
.... a warning? (I think I see a nose, two eyes, and two ears in the bushes!)
... a Sunday greeting? (Welcome, welcome, Sabbath morning...)
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She was singing hymns.
Of praise.
To eggs and their wondrousness.
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