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……..