It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Squeeky; at it again

Uh oh! Someone has broken through our blockade. I guess I know who that would be. All the tell tale signs are here.

Look at her with some other hen's egg sticking out from under her.

"Squeeky, what I'm I going to do with you. These eggs are not your's. When are you going to get this fact into your little chichen head."

Poor thing! Do you suppose that she is symbolic of all the people in the world who repeat the same behavior ,over and over again, with the same results and wonder why nothing ever changes? With Squeeky, the answer lies in ancient genetic behavior. What's my excuse?
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4 comments:

Jo said...

I think the answer to that question is best left to ponder over while you drink your merlot and dance....

Or you could ask Murphy. After all I think Murphy possesses the answer to many questions of the universe. He is the wise knowing one.

Mike Golch said...

Murphy and His laws,ah yes I know them well. But that is a different story! Hugs and Blessings! That's mt story and I'm sticking to it,by golly!

oldcrow61 said...

Awww, what a sweet chicken. One of mine I call grumbles as she seems to always be grumbling about something or other, lol. They are quite the characters.

Jo said...

I forgot to ask...... The prospector is going to put in AC isn't he?

Later Elli May.