A Chicken Story . . . .
We were driving through Ruskin the other day and saw a bunch of chickens just a few feet off the main highway in someone’s front yard, so we turned around at the next light and headed back to take some pictures. We pulled off and parked on a side street so we could walk up and get closer.
We all must have looked a sight, two women with their cameras following chickens and roosters around taking their pictures by the highway with cars whizzing past. Several people stopped to see what we were doing or drove by and gave us the “thumbs up.”
Well, we soon found out these chickens were a very friendly group as they began to gather around us
and started to tell
Everyone was running around like the proverbial, well -- you know . . . and Mr. Roo raised his wings and calmed everyone down . . .
and began to tell their story.
They had all been born in NYC in a block of large condo coops in a rather dark alley. The man who came by everyday and fed them handfuls of grain . . . well, they just knew their fate rested in his hands and it wasn’t going to be pretty, so they busted out one night when everyone was asleep. Mr. Roo and Mr. Cockofthewalk knew their little band was destined for better things.
They walked the streets every day, seemingly unnoticed, blending in with everyone else. It was a hard life, scratching and pecking out their existence, but they eventually ended up in a little theatre off Broadway. They found a tiny room in the back about as big as a broom closet and settled in there. They didn’t bother anyone and pretty much kept to themselves.
But they worked hard auditioning every day and finally Mr. Big said he’d give them a chance and hired them to dance in the chorus line.
It was their big break -- things finally were starting to go their way! But . . . on opening night, and as luck would have it, their first night on the stage was their last night on the stage and they were fired!
Unfortunately, they just couldn’t all keep in step. They tried and tried and had practiced every day but just never got it right. Eventually, after much squabbling amongst themselves, they agreed they just weren’t cut out to be dancers and decided to move on and retire to sunny Florida to live out their days.
Mr. Roo seemed to really like me a lot, so he took me aside and said he’d show me a few steps that he and his best girl, Miss Henny, had worked out. He said Miss Henny was the only one of the bunch that could take direction and that the others couldn’t seem to get coordinated or tell their left leg from their right.
Come Miss Henny . . .
Now keep in step . . .
And lift those legs high . . .
Well done! Now take a bow . . .
Soon we knew the story was over and it was time to go as Mr. Roo turned his back to us . . .
and walked away.
Some other pictures of the bunch . . .
Mr. Roo
Mr. Roo & Miss Henny
Mr. Cockofthewalk and Miss Penny
Mr. Roo
Miss Clara & Mrs. Brown
The end!
We all must have looked a sight, two women with their cameras following chickens and roosters around taking their pictures by the highway with cars whizzing past. Several people stopped to see what we were doing or drove by and gave us the “thumbs up.”
Well, we soon found out these chickens were a very friendly group as they began to gather around us
and started to tell
Everyone was running around like the proverbial, well -- you know . . . and Mr. Roo raised his wings and calmed everyone down . . .
and began to tell their story.
They had all been born in NYC in a block of large condo coops in a rather dark alley. The man who came by everyday and fed them handfuls of grain . . . well, they just knew their fate rested in his hands and it wasn’t going to be pretty, so they busted out one night when everyone was asleep. Mr. Roo and Mr. Cockofthewalk knew their little band was destined for better things.
They walked the streets every day, seemingly unnoticed, blending in with everyone else. It was a hard life, scratching and pecking out their existence, but they eventually ended up in a little theatre off Broadway. They found a tiny room in the back about as big as a broom closet and settled in there. They didn’t bother anyone and pretty much kept to themselves.
But they worked hard auditioning every day and finally Mr. Big said he’d give them a chance and hired them to dance in the chorus line.
It was their big break -- things finally were starting to go their way! But . . . on opening night, and as luck would have it, their first night on the stage was their last night on the stage and they were fired!
Unfortunately, they just couldn’t all keep in step. They tried and tried and had practiced every day but just never got it right. Eventually, after much squabbling amongst themselves, they agreed they just weren’t cut out to be dancers and decided to move on and retire to sunny Florida to live out their days.
Mr. Roo seemed to really like me a lot, so he took me aside and said he’d show me a few steps that he and his best girl, Miss Henny, had worked out. He said Miss Henny was the only one of the bunch that could take direction and that the others couldn’t seem to get coordinated or tell their left leg from their right.
Come Miss Henny . . .
Now keep in step . . .
And lift those legs high . . .
Well done! Now take a bow . . .
Soon we knew the story was over and it was time to go as Mr. Roo turned his back to us . . .
and walked away.
Some other pictures of the bunch . . .
Mr. Roo
Mr. Roo & Miss Henny
Mr. Cockofthewalk and Miss Penny
Mr. Roo
Miss Clara & Mrs. Brown
The end!