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.
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
This is a good time to introduce your youngsters to the questions you ask that identify nouns: who and what? The following blog will ask the questions in a parenthesis behind the nouns in the first paragraph. Have your children/students practice the same exercise in BeakSpeak. I'll also give you one page of BeakSpeak with… Continue reading Beast Down and Noun . . . Just Watch Ole Freckles Run
This is the blog I jumped. I apologize, but I need to look at BeakSpeak's Fill-theSpace Chase's language issues, so I'm going to post it now. The tiny cockerel, Chase, has real problems speaking to anyone in the book. Because they are so much larger than he is, they intimidate him and, thus, make him… Continue reading ” . . . Disturb the Sound of Silence”
2002 was a major turning point in my life. First, my mother passed away. Though she had been ill for a long time with other maladies, we didn't learn she had cancer until just after Christmas of 2001. We were blessed, at least, that she suffered no pain - a rarity with ovarian cancer. After… Continue reading A Time to Breed and a Time to Pass