7 thoughts on “S’Crapbook by Jennifer Hayden: Funky Chicken”
When I was a kid, there were still people (like along lower Mc Donald’s ave.) who used to keep chickens. Well, kids being kids, and there were real, normal
American kids at the time..wold get up on the Mc Donald’s train station and
take like a 4″ block buster or a pack of black cat crackers and drop them down to try to get them into the chicken coop area to 1) make the chickens run around
crazy and 2) make the old Italian owner run out shouting crusing and threatening to either shoot us directly or send wise guys to our houses…
From like mid April to 4th of July…Fireworks were the main tool to cause wonderful viseral total mayhem all over the area…and no girl was safe from
our rocket attacks….It was the real America….
I’ve been collecting mallard eggs out and about — my girls prefer to stay out late at night — and yes, it IS profound finding these eggs and bringing them in and cleaning them and …. Fern and Dabdab have netted Rose about $53 toward her new incubator. She is pretty psyched.
Dan, man, thanks for reposting your comment. It’s just a slice of life that cracked me up, though I think egg-laying is pretty profound.
Dan,
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Made this comment yesterday, but might have forgotten to hit send, or you might have removed it yourself. But I asked if you were stoned or did I just not get it? I wanted to know if there was some king of “egg” istential meaning to it? Or is it some kind of religious allegory where the chicken is the virgin Mary and the egg is Jesus?
It really puts the rest of the house in perspective.
Love it. Soothing sounds and an egg. Every house needs a chicken.
When I was a kid, there were still people (like along lower Mc Donald’s ave.) who used to keep chickens. Well, kids being kids, and there were real, normal
American kids at the time..wold get up on the Mc Donald’s train station and
take like a 4″ block buster or a pack of black cat crackers and drop them down to try to get them into the chicken coop area to 1) make the chickens run around
crazy and 2) make the old Italian owner run out shouting crusing and threatening to either shoot us directly or send wise guys to our houses…
From like mid April to 4th of July…Fireworks were the main tool to cause wonderful viseral total mayhem all over the area…and no girl was safe from
our rocket attacks….It was the real America….
I’ve been collecting mallard eggs out and about — my girls prefer to stay out late at night — and yes, it IS profound finding these eggs and bringing them in and cleaning them and …. Fern and Dabdab have netted Rose about $53 toward her new incubator. She is pretty psyched.
Dan, man, thanks for reposting your comment. It’s just a slice of life that cracked me up, though I think egg-laying is pretty profound.
Dan,
First time commenter’s comments go into comment purgatory until someone approves them by hand , which can take a while some days, since otbkb gets a massive amount of spam.
Posting a lot of links , using any Russian characters, using certain words like rolex , viagra, or louis vuitton will send you to comment purgatory. More than 8 spam or otherwise abusive comments get the IP address banned.
Made this comment yesterday, but might have forgotten to hit send, or you might have removed it yourself. But I asked if you were stoned or did I just not get it? I wanted to know if there was some king of “egg” istential meaning to it? Or is it some kind of religious allegory where the chicken is the virgin Mary and the egg is Jesus?
It really puts the rest of the house in perspective.
Love it. Soothing sounds and an egg. Every house needs a chicken.