Texas Chicken?!?

[Bird]

Al, I can sympathize with your younger boy; sounds like my kind of luck./w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif We never had geese, but I was 10 to 12 years old when Dad talked me into going out behind the shop where he was working to see if an old gander out there would chase me. He did; fearsome lookin' critter, and I barely outran him back to the shop.

Bird

 

[patrickg]

I don't think this is Kansas anymore, Toto. I mean, Looks fake to me. I don't think that is Texas. Hills are waaaaay tooooooooo big.

Patrick

 

[Kerry]

Gudday skent,There is a saying in Oz, I hope your chickens turn into emus and kick your s--thouse down,with chickens that size you wouldn't want emus the chickens could do it by themselves ,think what they could do to to the chicken house. Good thing they don't grow that big downunder or I could be in trouble,anyone know how to reinforce chicken house walls?. Also the local fox population would be worried I think. Kerry.

 

[ERNIEB]

Patrick, This is indeed Texas, West Texas to be exact. The hills in the background are the Davis Mountains. Near the town of Marfa. If this photo had been taken at night, you would be able to see the mysterious Marfa lights in the background. No explanation for these lights has ever been found. (play spooky music here) I have also heard there is a Nuke waste dump in West Texas.

Ernie

 

[patrickg]

Ernie, I lived a year in extreme west Texas, AKA Eastern New Mexico, Tatum between Lovington and Portales on your map, LLano Esticado(sp). Been to Marfa, been to those mountains. Was trying to be funny by not mentioning the chicken as if it was truly believable but questioning some trivial issue like the background being wrong.

One time the wife and I were looking in advance for a retirement Mecca and she was all enamoured of looking at the Texas Hill Country, Fredricksberg, etc. So we stop at a real estate establisment claiming to represent hill country real estate. Behind the desk was a real neat middle aged Texas talkin contry girl. My wife asked her exactly where hill country was. She cocked her western hat back exposing her forehead, beams up at her and says, "Darlin', your standing right smac dab in the middle of it!" I interrupted before my wife could ask, "Then where are the hills?" Having backpacked the Sierras, explored Mt. McKinley, the Canadian Rockies, etc. my wife's expectations were miscalibrated.

Oh by the way, I printed your chicken picture and she nearly popped a gasket laughing.

Patrick

 

[ERNIEB]

that ain't my chicken picture, it's Steve's (aka Skent). And really, I don't know where the background is at. I just thought a story with a giant chicken, the marfa ghost lights, and nuke waste could go far. If Spielberg or George Lucas is reading this, have your people call my people.

Ernie

 

[skent]

The guy in the picture is a Blacksmith friend of ours and his job that day was to get rid of the smaller roosters. He's seen here takin' a small one back to get it ready for killing. He uses an elephant gun to stun them, and while they are groggy lopps off the head with a 20" chain saw. We scald em' in a hog scalder and spend the day plucking.

Steve

 

[RPM]

The farmer next to me bought a large rooster recently - his hens needed servicing. He tells me that he brought it home and put it out with the chickens and warned it not to get too frisky the first night.

So, for the first few hours that night all he can hear is this clucking and crowing going on outside - and he thinks happily of all the chicks on the way. Then after that there is silence and in the early hours he starts to hear all kinds of quacking from down at the pond. Finally, just as dawn is about to break he hears a loud honk from his old gander followed by a loud 'cock-a-doodle-doo' as the sun comes up.

My buddy didn't get too much sleep so he stayed under the blankets for another hour, got up and had a slow breakfast. By the time he got outside the sun had been up a while and what does he see but the rooster laying on its back, motionless, its feet straight up in the air, in the middle of the yard - with a buzzard circling overhead.

Thinking to himself 'stupid ^&%&^% bird' he heads to the door to go out to pick up the bird. He's convinced that it has serviced itself to death what with all the noises from the previous night.

As he gets out the door he sees the buzzard circling lower and lower - obviously after that exhausted rooster. He's thinking about what he's going to do when the rooster turns it's head and says 'Shhh, I'm done with the chickens, ducks and geese - its the buzzard's turn next!'