My first experience with “fowl” language started many years ago when I met an old codger named T. Brady who introduced me to his game flock. A reincarnation of Dale Gribble from the animated sitcom, King of the Hill, T. would mumble and cluck when he talked to them, which I found surprisingly soothing; however, that Barnyard Zen belied the fact that chickens have a rough life: they must survive a pecking order.
My first experience with “fowl” language started many years ago when I met an old codger named T. Brady who introduced me to his game flock. A reincarnation of Dale Gribble from the animated sitcom, King of the Hill, T. would mumble and cluck when he talked to them, which I found surprisingly soothing.
"Hello, all my chicken fans out there. My name is Henrietta, and I'm not nearly as neurotic as my cousin, Henny Penny. For instance, Ii know the difference between an acorn and the sky falling." Henrietta leaned her wing against a big oak tree. "Problem is, no one in my family pays me any mind.… Continue reading Henrietta
Although my new book has the chickens still living on the farm, about two months later, not all seven student characters will go on most of the new adventures in book two. As a result, I'm giving Chase and Chuck a little time in this blog to tell you where they would want to be… Continue reading Chase and Chuck
For my grandmother when I was in my twenties: Age-worn white hair, tired dark eyes, and A mute mouth drawn in concentration, She rocks and she stitches. Her needles clink As they kiss through the yarn, Her hands expertly guiding, Her head rhythmically nodding. I watch folds of talent Slide from knee to floor, And… Continue reading Waxing Poetic
Re-Say learned from a friend of Mr. Chanticleer where Ms. Goldspeak was. When she visited her teacher she learned Ms. Goldspeak would be willing to give back Sean's phone for his helping to save Jayne's life if each of her students wrote a poem: either a Shakespearean sonnet, an Ode, a Haiku, or a Limerick,… Continue reading Chicken Pomes
Ms. Goldspeak had a few years to help each fowl improve his or her language skills before Peggy gave up the farm in 2012. The following letters demonstrate who improved greatly and who, not so much. Dear Chase, Ever since Peggy sold the farm, and we were thrown to the four winds, I've been hiding… Continue reading Escape From All-the Traps
Like his creator, Fill-the-Space Chase comes from Cajun stock. The following letter was written by his Uncle Gaston, who lives in Gueydan, Louisiana, to catch up Chase's father, Trosclair, on the goings on of two young lovers, 'tite Clement and 'tite Etienne, who just moved back home from Lafayette. The Cajun word "mais" means "well",… Continue reading De Birds, De Bees, De Chickens, and Education
By 2012, though I still had hopes for my draft of BeakSpeak, I realized I'd been duped into thinking I was living my "golden years." As a friend of mine, just a tad older than I, once said, "now that our parents are gone, Peggy, you do realize, don't you, that we are sitting on… Continue reading It’s Better to Have Linked and Lost
Guess what? That author was me!!! I had an amazing time being interviewed. Read the article below and then click over to my publisher's website and see what they wrote. What a wonderful adventure I am on! I had an interview done by the local paper - read the entire article here: Read the amazing… Continue reading Local Newspaper Interviews Author
I've been reticent to write about my sister, Gail, in my previous blogs, because she should be treated differently than the rest of us siblings. Gail was the second born of five and had insurmountable heartbreak dealt her that the rest of us were helpless to alleviate. She was an extremely bright child and was… Continue reading Salt
Freckles continued to grow into a fine young stud, but that was the problem: he was a stud and became dangerous not long after puberty set in. I stayed around the place to tend to and enjoy him, still, but more at a distance than when he was sweet and liked to nuzzle my neck.… Continue reading RVs Revving, but Which one, What Kind and How Many Win by a Nose