There has been a lot of water under the bridge since I have clucked last. My first cluck is to the book "Henny, pen-pen"...if anyone has not read this then you don't know about "the sky is falling". Chick that out and you will know what a real"chicken", chickens are! Well, the sky fell here but not the way it was in the book...my,my what a weekend of that awful stuff. I thought us girls were going to have to get new waders like our feathered cousins, the ducks! We were ready to fly the coop if we needed, but all in all we were safe. The Mrs. saw to that, thanks to her son Hank who dilligently came over to check on us while the Mrs. and her man were in a place of serenity called OKC. I think that means O.K. meaning in O.K. Feeds out of Ft. Smith, but not sure of that. Anyway, in OKC I heard the Mrs. say that it blew so much that it blew all the rain over here and their weekend was eggsolutely beautiful! Well, we had a "henn" of a time over here. The sky actually fell all around us! No chickin! I mean it "litterly"!!! Our litter in out pen was as wet as it could be and our feet got so wet we had to roost all day!!! The Mrs. came home to this and immediately turned the fans on in our pen to dry things out. She even turned the "litter" several times a day to get it to drying more. Our "girls" house was o.k. We saw Betsy several times come in and clean our poop up so it would not smell too bad in this damp weather. The Mrs. even put out a new "atomizer" with a new eggroma! It's smells a bit weird for our hen house, but we gets lots of comments on what kind of perfume we use!

Now, today the Mrs. had her grand daughter, Sally Kaye and a sweet friend, Emma, over to play a while. In the middle of their play time they brought us all a treat! The Mrs. doesn't like for us to have too much processed stuff so I'm sure they didn't ask her when they brought us a whole grain bagel! Rooster!(That's "man" in hen language) That was really good! Speaking of rooster, we have two cute chicks in here that have grown up now and I heard the Mrs. say she thought one of them was a rooster! Wouldn't that be great! I can't wait to tell the girls about that! The Mrs. bought two supposed to be pullets for me hoping I would adopt them. I have too much to do already to adopt chicken tots! You know how much time that would take away from my vocalizing and practicing. BUT, on TV I saw where the one and only place I wanted to ever perform was flooded! My life is too short for this wait! I must get busy and get myself recognized by Josh Turner or someone as famous so I can get myself on the Grand Ole Opry like Barbara Mandrell did. I would have to sing "You Can Eat Crow in My Bed Anytime"...of course Barbara really liked her man to eat crackers! I would not care if he ate anything, just come on in! The hens would love that!! I'm not telling that I think "she is a he" and maybe we will keep that cock after all! We will tell him not to crow about things and give his secret away! Well, enough of that. After all, we are a bunch of good ole girls and are "GRITS". If you don't know what that means then here is a clue!
Girls Raised in the South...and that we are!
Thought for the day: A grit each day keeps the dr. away! Go for it!