A Chick Flick

I love my hens just a little more now that they aren’t all molting and nekked. And my hens seem to love me ever so slightly more. Maybe that’s because I hand feed them raisins, a trick the neighbors taught me. The chicks don’t mind so much the huntress kitty cat, and Boris is largely unconcerned by the whole lot of us outside the Hubster. I dubbed the video sound to cover my yelling, “NO RAISINS FOR YOU!” I seem to be the only one who doesn’t kowtow to the Hubster’s Vader-like presence.

Oh, this is just too low. Pet blogging.


Eons ago, when I was addicted to My Space and not Facebook, April March’s Chick Habit was Anna’s profile song. I thought it rocked and so I bought it.

Listen up

Poins: Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.
Falstaff: What, upon compulsion? Zounds, and I were at the strappado or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you upon compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion? If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.
(Henry IV, Part One, 2.4.246-42)
Best, Michael. Shakespeare’s Life and Times. Internet Shakespeare Editions, University of Victoria: Victoria, BC, 2001-2005.

2 thoughts on “A Chick Flick

  1. Anonymous says:

    Ahhhhh, the sweet stalker fix rushes to my head…and I think your chicks are cool. I wish you could see Philip get his 4 year old groove on to the Chick Song! It’s a cross between an epiliptic fit and John Travolta in Staying Alive. Of course Philip is pudgeier.


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