Lordy. Any time I can spend watching the chickens, I do so. I sit out there with a diet Pepsi or a cup of coffee and watch 'em and talk to 'em and pat those who come jump up to be next to me, carry on silly conversations with 'em....
"What's on your foot, Betsy?"
"Birk?"
"Your foot, come here, let me see it."
"Buk buck."
"Okay, fine. Walk around in it."
"Buk."
"Charlie, won't she squat for you? Doesn't she know what a handsome fellow you are?"
"Err a ERRR err!"
"Oooh, good one! Need one more syllable, though."
"Buk buk buk buk buk."
"What, Lacey? You don't think Charlie is a handsome enough fella to squat for him?"
"Buk buk."
"Grrrrrrrrrrrr."
"Uh oh, what's around, Carl. Oh! That's an airplane."
"Gack gackgackgack GACK!"
"You're a silly duck, Louie. Where's your wife?"
"Gackgackgackgackgackgackgack."