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TouchO'Lass :
So. I'm sittin' at the Legion the other evening and someone asked how my chickens were doin'. I told 'em they were growing like Kudzu and that I go to Chicken Church every morning.
One of the dear grumpy older women (DGOW) asked what Chicken Church was. Told her that every morning I get my little bag of slaw, jug of fresh water and a hot cup-a-mud and head for the run. I have a folding chair out there and I just open their brooder, freshen their water and watch the morning explode.
My little bouquet of busted bums are about 5 weeks, and it's like watching a bunch of kids get out of school for the summer: Full burst sprints, chest bumps, lateral lifts, circle dances...!
How can you watch all that with your morning coffee and not think that God (Allah, Buddah, Yaweh, who or whatever!) doesn't have a sense of humor and want us to be happy?! It helps me start my day with a laugh no matter what's on the sched, and reminds me that I take things FAAAARRR too seriously. You know. Like church is supposed to do?
Well. DGOW lit into me, said that was just DISrespectful and irreverent, (as she tossed back her fourth or fifth vodka/cran), and I shouldn't call it Church.
I'm thinking of naming one of my Polish after her.
They're a little bunch of thugs and bullies!
So, just curious? Chicken Church; disrespectful? Considering my first career, I have a skewed view...
I think it's gorgeous, myself (and far better of what a PK of my acquaintance- not the one I'm married to, I have a whole set- called "Sunday worship at St. Mattress"). There are some things so implicitly delightful and happy-making that they can only be holy: to your example I would add kittens chasing flying ants, baby calves or horses or goats racing to nowhere, and Bassett Hounds running.
So. I'm sittin' at the Legion the other evening and someone asked how my chickens were doin'. I told 'em they were growing like Kudzu and that I go to Chicken Church every morning.

One of the dear grumpy older women (DGOW) asked what Chicken Church was. Told her that every morning I get my little bag of slaw, jug of fresh water and a hot cup-a-mud and head for the run. I have a folding chair out there and I just open their brooder, freshen their water and watch the morning explode.
My little bouquet of busted bums are about 5 weeks, and it's like watching a bunch of kids get out of school for the summer: Full burst sprints, chest bumps, lateral lifts, circle dances...!



How can you watch all that with your morning coffee and not think that God (Allah, Buddah, Yaweh, who or whatever!) doesn't have a sense of humor and want us to be happy?! It helps me start my day with a laugh no matter what's on the sched, and reminds me that I take things FAAAARRR too seriously. You know. Like church is supposed to do?
Well. DGOW lit into me, said that was just DISrespectful and irreverent, (as she tossed back her fourth or fifth vodka/cran), and I shouldn't call it Church.
I'm thinking of naming one of my Polish after her.


So, just curious? Chicken Church; disrespectful? Considering my first career, I have a skewed view...

I think it's gorgeous, myself (and far better of what a PK of my acquaintance- not the one I'm married to, I have a whole set- called "Sunday worship at St. Mattress"). There are some things so implicitly delightful and happy-making that they can only be holy: to your example I would add kittens chasing flying ants, baby calves or horses or goats racing to nowhere, and Bassett Hounds running.
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