Thursday, October 26, 2006
WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS & OUR BRAVE CHICKENAUTS.............
Went to trivia night again last night again.
Bec, Graham and I won!!!!
Amazing what the power of three brains, in total concentration, minds empty of everything except the voice of the quiz master, can achieve.
Well, it wasn't exactly such a Zen quiz experience, but we did alright anyway.
And we scored free beer as well!!!!
Woohoo!!!
One of our chickens' eggs have got dimples and the like.
We don't know what's causing it and are scared that one day we will find a golf ball in the nesting box.
I knew there was something strange about those hens.
Maybe all that talk about the 5 iron has had an adverse affect on their egg production.
Or maybe she's just doing it to freak us out a bit?
Either way, it's not what we envisaged happening on our little dirt farm here.
I mean, we want the chickens to be happy.
Yes, they need to have a little bit of fear in their lives to keep them on their toes, but I think Cam might have overdone it in putting the fear of the golf club into them.
Or maybe they're trying to fulfil their ambitions of flight?
Granted it would be an assisted launch, but hey flying's flying when you're a flightless glorified reptile with feathers and the brain the size of a walnut ( and that's being generous ).
They may well be the Orville and Wilbur Wright of the chicken world.
I wonder if anyone's ever sent a chicken into space.
I know there's been a dog and monkey, but does the humble chook have aspirations of space exploration?
I might put a call through to Kim Jong Il and see if he's got any spare 3 stage rockets we could possible strap one of our ambitious hens to.
Oh, I suppose we'll have to conjure up some sort of flight suit and helmet for them too.
Who would have thought, our honourable chicken comrades, bravely and valiantly orbiting earth, putting their lives on the line for the glory of all gallus domesticus everywhere!!
Won't have to worry too much about food for them, apparently someone's already onto that.
Prototype chicken space helmet being put throught its paces during testing.
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Bec, Graham and I won!!!!
Amazing what the power of three brains, in total concentration, minds empty of everything except the voice of the quiz master, can achieve.
Well, it wasn't exactly such a Zen quiz experience, but we did alright anyway.
And we scored free beer as well!!!!
Woohoo!!!
One of our chickens' eggs have got dimples and the like.
We don't know what's causing it and are scared that one day we will find a golf ball in the nesting box.
I knew there was something strange about those hens.
Maybe all that talk about the 5 iron has had an adverse affect on their egg production.
Or maybe she's just doing it to freak us out a bit?
Either way, it's not what we envisaged happening on our little dirt farm here.
I mean, we want the chickens to be happy.
Yes, they need to have a little bit of fear in their lives to keep them on their toes, but I think Cam might have overdone it in putting the fear of the golf club into them.
Or maybe they're trying to fulfil their ambitions of flight?
Granted it would be an assisted launch, but hey flying's flying when you're a flightless glorified reptile with feathers and the brain the size of a walnut ( and that's being generous ).
They may well be the Orville and Wilbur Wright of the chicken world.
I wonder if anyone's ever sent a chicken into space.
I know there's been a dog and monkey, but does the humble chook have aspirations of space exploration?
I might put a call through to Kim Jong Il and see if he's got any spare 3 stage rockets we could possible strap one of our ambitious hens to.
Oh, I suppose we'll have to conjure up some sort of flight suit and helmet for them too.
Who would have thought, our honourable chicken comrades, bravely and valiantly orbiting earth, putting their lives on the line for the glory of all gallus domesticus everywhere!!
Won't have to worry too much about food for them, apparently someone's already onto that.
Prototype chicken space helmet being put throught its paces during testing..
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