Chicken Tales

 

 

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The Hawg’s in the bread pan kicking out lots of that dough,
As he sits there in his easy chair feeling happy all through,
Kind of feeling like a chicken with a brain the size of a pea,
Writing these chicken tales in a blog for many others to see.

 

 

 

 

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Chicken Tales

 

 

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Did you ever sit watching our feathered friends as they walked by,
Kind of wishing you had one of them to eat, deep southern fried.
With a leg, a thigh, and a big pulley bone fried up so very crispy,
With some fresh green beans, mashed potatoes and white gravy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I watched a big black hen as she scratched along in the grass,
With three little chicks walking closely behind her with sass.
She kicked out big bugs there that she scooped up and then ate,
While chicks grabbed tiny bugs running out the back door late.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There was one big gray rooster that sat up on the coop to sing,
His “cock-a-doodle-do” as the sun rose to bring in the morning.
As that big rooster sat up there looking just like a ruling king,
He watched over his hen flock strutting below doing their thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There was one old white hen wearing black feathered vest,
Out there eating seed on the ground with so very much zest.
Suddenly, a big red squirrel hogged in on her feeding ground,
But she ignored his red tail like he was not there to be found.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One time I saw a strange site as I watched those hens outside,
As there was a big bird dog standing right there at their side,
One brown hen saw a tick on the dogs leg as I watched them,
And she then pecked it right off there without even scaring him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Now when that big dog walks out there with all the old hens,
That big brown hen follows him around out there once again,
Hoping to find another one of those big fat juicy gray ticks,
For a desert snack after a big sunflower seed meal so quick.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There was one strange looking bird that appeared to have hair,
That did a funny dance as she ate some seed standing there.
At first I couldn’t tell which end was the head and which the tail,
Until she turned with her head in front eating seed without fail

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One day I saw two little peeps out there in the deep weeds,
They were kicking over leaves, but they weren’t looking for seeds,
Under each leave was a roly poly bug or two they ate on down.
Kind of like when we sometimes go to eat out on the town.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sometimes there was an big ugly hairy dog out with the hens,
Chasing them around the yard like he was exercising all of them.
But I hear eventually he and all the hens became good friends,
And now they even hang around together every now and again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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As I look at those big fat hens out there always eating something,
Perhaps that big hairy dog needs to exercise all them on a fling,
As we sure wouldn’t want any of them to have a big heart attack,
And end up right on the kitchen table with hog jowls and fat back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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By Bill

 

 

 

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PS: The chicken pictures used in these tall chicken tales were taken in my daughter Kristi’s back yard. She takes good pictures so I work them hard.

 

 

 

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Thanks for reading Chicken Tales,
Bill