All of the ladies were away for the day yesterday and it was just me and the boys.  We ate lunch and, mostly because I was tired, we had a “quiet hour”.  I took a nap.  The boys spent their quiet hour blowing whistles, rehearsing lines from “Despicable Me”, and running through the house just beyond sound barrier speeds.  Anyway, when I woke (which, for some strange reason, seemed to be at just about the same time that I dozed) I went to the table and sat to get my shoes back on when I heard what seemed to be a typical “cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, clukooooook!”  It sounded a little strange, but I thought nothing of it at first.  But then it came clearer, louder.  “Cluckooooookkkk!!!” As in crystal clear.  Unmuffled.  Very strange.  Is there a chicken near a window?  Curiosity got the better of me so I walked toward the cluck, and there, in our library, standing on my copy of “Java Programming” by Y. Daniel Lang – was a chicken.

Now this may not seem to be unusual to average folk, but we have a strict policy of not allowing our animals to read.  You never know what they might pick up.  We have lots of books, for example, on the revolutionary war  – and we don’t want these critters getting any ideas.  I showed this lass the door, but we’ve got our eye on her……..