Chicken Run

elaine: 25th Mar 2006 - 07:04 GMT

why did the chicken cross the road? to get to the beauty nest, evidently. perhaps his ladyfriends were in there getting their feathers plumed?

Biff: 25th Mar 2006 - 10:26 GMT

Wait, thats Jennifer, my long lost Rhode Island Red!

Jenny come home...

Catherine Penfold-Waxman: 25th Mar 2006 - 15:31 GMT

Great sidewalk drama. Unexpected things things happen in NYC. I love it.
(and now I want a pet chicken).

grange: 25th Mar 2006 - 15:36 GMT

911 operator , how can direct your call? "hi , i found a rooster on the street",, (911)>awwwww a rooster madame ? "Yes a rooster , a red one "
(911)>and who would you like your call directed too?.."well , i was wondering if I found it can I cook it ?" (911)> Hold on madame i will direct you too the the KFC hot line !

jack: 25th Mar 2006 - 17:05 GMT

very good grange. but i think that is a fighting rooster. see the leg positioned to kick the lady.
also, did i ever tell you guys about the time my brother and i got two chicks for Easter back in the late 40's and we kept them in my grandfathers wine celler and we watched them grow. we called them bert and harry and bert had a leg that was a little bent but they made such a mess and gramps was always muttering under his breath some foul words that we did'nt understand and eventually one saturday we went down to play with them and they were gone and we looked and looked but no bert and harry. GONE! gramps told us that they met these two lovely chicks and they went off to start a family and so we were sad but happy for them. until dinner on sunday. we always had chicken and i wondered why gramps did not take me to the chicken butcher to get fresh chickens. he always let me pick a couple out to be killed. and i would walk home with him with the chickens head dangling out of the newspaper that wraped them up in. so after the macaroni and sausage and meatballs we had the chicken. it was the third course of the sunday dinner and i noticed something strange and scary. the chicken's leg was bent. in horror i gasped in disbelief. what! bert! oh no! they cooked bert! without even mentioning that fact that they killed him, oh no my bert. i immediately made my sentiments known OUTLOUD and i refused to eat him. so instead i ate the roast beef and veal cutlets with salad and a delicious extra virgin olive oil dressing with garlic and salt and i still morn for bert.

jeeff: 25th Mar 2006 - 18:21 GMT

jack is right! clearly the rooster is getting ready to do a crane kick a la 'the karate kid'.

torontofreelance: 25th Mar 2006 - 20:51 GMT

Everybody knows that the beauty nest is just a front for the best Cock fights in the city.

grange: 25th Mar 2006 - 21:35 GMT

Sorry all my chicken come in plastic wrap ... i thought the grew them that way , like a ship in a bottle kind of thing

kc: 26th Mar 2006 - 03:36 GMT

fowl words from gramps, indeed. The Beauty Nest, a/k/a the Cock's Comb. For some reason that karate kid picture looks like...it should be a move like "the crane." Do roosters actually fight with their feet?