‎"...a little 'trouty', but quite good" ~ Eve Kendall, North By Northwest

Sunday, October 26, 2008


I have just spent the last half hour looking for a picture of Calliope to go on my Have You Seen This Chicken poster. I have pictures of Penelope, Philanthropy and Cantaloupe, but not Calliope. Is it an omen? She did not come back to the coop when it was time for bed, and I fear the worst.

She has joined the circus.

On one hand, chickens don't lay as many eggs when they're more than a year old and real chicken handlers cull the herd annually. On the other hand, I am not a real chicken handler and am fond of Calliope. Maybe she wandered a little too far and found a nice branch to roost on for the night. A nice high branch. But how far could she have wandered? And tell me again, why did the chicken cross the road?

Oh Calliope, please come home soon. Before I start making fowl play puns.

On a brighter note, my deadline is behind me. I have submitted my investigative piece of journalism in which I go deep undercover and attend a hula hooping class in Provincetown. Oh, the things I do, the places I go. I intended to write a delightful and charming description of it for you, but at this moment I think my head might explode and I really think I should just go to bed. Also, if I go to bed soon, then morning will come faster and Calliope will come home.

If anyone has seen a brown chicken who looks lost, will you please let me know? She doesn't know her name but responds to "who's the prettiest chicken who lays the prettiest eggs, hmmm?"


Ms Picket To You said...

i probably shouldn't laugh, but good god girl: who lays the prettiest eggs ever is going to be my new motto.

Susan said...

Can we make t-shirts? And do you realize I was commenting on your blog at the very moment you were commenting on mine? It's like crossing the beams or something.