The Weekly Squawk

Dear readers,

This is the Weekly Squawk.  It is a weekly update of all the things our chickens are doing.  Plus a story about Scruffy the barn cat and his side kick Goldie the broody hen.

Chicken news.

You all probably know that we have a broody hen.  Goldie.  She is sitting on about 15 assorted eggs.  My dad shot our last 2 roosters about a month ago.  We don't know if the eggs are fertilized since the roosters are all dead.  We are letting her sit on them anyway to see what happens.  On Sunday my mom found blood in one of our eggs and guess what she did with it?  She used it to make pancakes.  Bleeeeeeh.  Then she was making bread later that day.  When she cracked another egg she found a fetus.  You could see the eye and beak. It was literally a ball. Only a ball with a half formed beak and an eye.    My dad brought the eggs in from the coop.  We all said he killed it and he said it was a rooster.  Probably not.  

Looks like the eggs are fertilized.  Looks like we will have some baby chicks soon (as long as we can keep Dad away from the coop).

Here is a pictures of the chick blob:

Scruffy the Barn cat.

Hey there I'm Scruffy...Scruffy the Barn cat.  I live in Bedford Kentucky on a  farm with 47 acres and chickens on it.  Early this morning Parker came out to let the chickens out like he always does.  Parker is a boy that lives on my farm.  If I'm at the steps I get first pick at the chicken scraps.  Chicken scraps are deliceous, delucios, delushis how do you spell the darn word?!  Delicious morsels of food from the humans table.  Good stuff.  So I followed him out to the garden like I usually do.  But on the way there something caught my eye.  Something Black With a white spot...could it be the lovely Princess Midnight?  She is so beautiful with her black hair and her delicate little paws?  Rats, it was just a stick.  You know one time I wrote a song about her would you like to hear it?  Okay here it goes.

My heart longs for Midnight

My heart longs for Midnight the Princess of black,
For her I would go sit on a tack.

Alas, there is Honeycomb thank goodness he is fixed,
If not I probably would have been sticked.

I long for the darkness when I can see her,
The princess of black all covered in fur.
I long to see her at day but at night,
I go over to see her till morning's first light.

She loves me I know it, like a dog loves his steak,
Her gaze almost makes, my heart want to break.

If I can not have her I rather would die,
Or have someone feed me a goat poop pie.

I long for the darkness when I can see her,
The princess of black all covered in fur,
I long to see her at day but at night,
I go over to see her till mornings first light.


Not a bad song right?  I thought it was pretty good.  So anyways I was at the coop when Parker let the chickens out of their coop.  When they came out my assistant Goldie the chicken came running and squawking at me it about gave me a heart attack.  "What are you trying to do kill me?" I said to her.  This is what she said, "Help!  Murder!  Terrorists!  Bombs!  Fire!  Help!"  Did I mention a chickens vocabulary?  Well you just heard about half of it.  Well I finally got her to calm down and asked her what the problem was.  She just gave me that dumb bird look and said, "Problem?  No problem here!"  I said, "Then what were you just losing your head about?"  You won't believe what happened next she said, "Nope still got my head right here!"  That's what I get for having a chicken as an assistant.  After the chicken episode I retired to bed for the rest of the day.

Case closed.

Wait, it wasn't a case so I can't say case closed.  Hmmmmmm.  How about good bye?  Yea!  Okay.

Good bye

I hoped you enjoyed The weekly Squawk.  I might start publishing one of these every Monday.

Parker