Er-Er-Er-Er-ERRRR & Diet Squirt

 

Yesterday, on my way from barn to house, I rounded a corner and suddenly found myself face to tail-feathers with this quartet of clucking chickens.  They didn’t seem to notice me so I stood motionless and listened.  To my great amazement, they were discussing the photo of the chick-on-the-egg-scale which I had posted on my blog yesterday!  They were chuckling over the clever caption ideas in the comments section. (Apparently, the poultry on our farm have internet access in the rafter area where they roost and relax in their spare time.) 

Here’s what’s even more surprising……these web-surfing fowl recognized the baby chick in the photo!  But, its not a baby chick……its their friend Tillie, a full-grown hen who became convinced that she was overweight and got accepted into an extreme makeover program, similar to what you see on TV.   Land sakes…..don’t that beat all!  Tillie now wishes to return to her farm home, but before that can happen, she must gain a little weight back.  I’m not at all surprised to hear that.

The four chickens chatted on, making plans to spend the evening snuggling together on the rafters and watching the final episode of “ER”……Er-er-er-er-errrrrr!  Somehow, they even knew that Marilu HENner would make a guest appearance on the show.  How do poultry know so much!?

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Here’s a goofy little thing that happened the other day…..

 

I never buy Diet Squirt, so how did these cans end up at my house?  We-ell, here’s the story…..and, its a true one…….

On Wednesday evening I rode with my son to Waterloo to pick up his prom tuxedo.  After that, he dropped me off at Target while he went to drop off our recycling items and pick up a pizza to take home.  I ended up waiting for him just inside the exit doors, leaning on my cart of purchases.  Customers pushing squeaky carts moved on by, from the inner exit doors, through the outer ones, brief snatches of their conversations reaching my ears.  I actually love watching and listening to people in a situation like that.

At one point, a family shuffled through…..with no cart, but each of the kids were loaded down with soda pop.  A stout little boy lugged an 8-pack of 24-ounce Mountain Dew bottles in each hand and his even-smaller brother toted a 12-pack box of Diet Squirt.  I thought, “Wow……what a lot of pop!”, and then reached into my purse to find the cell phone so I could call my son to see what was taking him so long. 

When I looked up again, the soda pop family had just climbed into a vehicle in front of the store.  After they pulled away, I noticed cans of Diet Squirt rolling in every direction.  The 12-pack box must have ripped when the little boy climbed into the vehicle.  I thought surely they would drive back around to pick up the cans, but they didn’t.  So I went outside and started chasing down the cans, before they were run over by cars; another customer came by and did the same.  What else could we do, really?  It was obvious the pop’s rightful owners were not going to return.  So, there……that’s how I ended up with Diet Squirt in the house for the first time ever!

Have a happy day!