NormI love to have a cock in my ear in the morning, don't you?
Nothing makes the little sun go up like the sound of a feathery object delivering volumes of advice through a penful of chickens. Any pen would be happy to have a cock at the head holding court to a clucky bunch of chooks. To wake up with a cock in their ears is all that they can ask for and nobody, even when that body has two legs and is all soft and light, could want anymore than that. All the spur any proud cock needs is to see a pen full of two-legged birds pecking at the ground and giving those ever so inviting looks that only a flighty little number can ever give. How I envy those eggs for getting laid by such round and deliciously breasted bipedded coop-hoppers. I can understand why they fly the pen when a slippery little foxy little number comes underneath their gate. Their gate is so delicious and swinging, I can understand why introduced species find domesticated meals so satisfying, albeit on a temporary but nevertheless ongoing basis. When I have the pen in hand, winging it to the beat of my own cock is generally all the impetus that is required to get the feathery ones looking to the dirt for a seed or two. Scrummaging in the dust and mud for a grain of anything is all that a bipedalling thing with fluffy bits on the head can do to provide enough sustainance to get those eggs on the move. I'd never give the chickens a battering. This has been enough of a bake as it is. Now many of you will probably want to go back to the part about the cock. Tying this one up is going to be a little tricky but here goes: chicken and eggs: opposite.
This post came first. Before both the chicken and egg.
Love this one.
David ...
Chicken.
The colour?
KFC nuclear orange.
David ...
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I think that there are those that would happily pan it.
Sensed you might like it.
I just hope Dusk isn't anything like Cadbury because I like the way the fuschia bounces off the page.
If she is, and she takes me to court, then Nuclear orange is the clear favourite to represent all the chickens of the world.
Cheers,
Norm
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cockrooster tail...or a grape martini....Hmmmm...the French Rugby team?...Les Bleus and zeir motif is le coq....
giNORMous...draw deep my friend...
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the Fuschia ref better not be the same one we had on Sat. night or I'll go Terminator on him and send someone back through time to meet his mum.
French rugby and my souffles: equal.
Ruck and roll mate.
Norm
P.S.
Thanks for not going all Cadbury on my arse.
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By the way;
How else am I supposed to hear the doodle-doo?
With an implant?
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Well, most of the time.
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There'd be little to wake up to if there wasn't.
A cochlear?
Bravo.
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yeah, I can relate.
I'm forever losing mine.
Still at least I can purchase newies.
Red Rooster.