A Chicken Tale

This story, well, I just couldn’t leave it off of this blog. I mean, this is the “Chickens on the Run,” and while I have my reasons for the name of this blog, strange as they may be, when I was out for a walk Friday evening or Saturday morning, however you may want to look at, this story is simply fitting. And hilarious as well, we can’t leave that out. OK, so, I finished my quiet time (which is another blog I have) and normally every evening or at least several times a week, I journey for a walk around the apartment complex that my family lives in. Most importantly in apartment complex, in back part, you will find a variety of wild creatures, such as raccoons, possums, and rarely armadillos. Well, on this fine evening, I ventured out at about 1 AM, which is very, very late for me. I generally take my walks somewhere between 10 to 11 PM. So I go out walking and there are these cop cars driving all over place and policemen running all around. There aren’t any gunshots and no one is yelling… so I keep walking. But I do wonder “should I go back inside?” I keep walking. Everyone is gone… it’s just me. No creatures of the night, raccoons are asleep I guess. Mr. Possum is playing dead. Then some kids come running past. They turn and disappear. And then some cops drive by. And then a policeman runs past. And then another policeman runs up to me and asks, “Have you seen some kids run by?” And I point the policeman in the kids’ direction.” And I keep walking. And as I walked, I came across something rather strange, something you really just don’t see in a city such as Dallas, a big pillow like ball of feathers on a windshield of a car. I didn’t know what to make of it. And noting the immediate events that had just occurred I was rather leery. So I crept up a little and circled the car from a safe distance. It didn’t look to have a head or tail. It was a ball of feathers, literally. So I crept up a few feat more, still circling, and I had then determined it was or used to be a chicken, because it has wings, but still no head (what sick person would decapitate a chicken and then throw it on someone’s car?). I crept up a few feet more, now only but a foot or two from the car, and low and behold it does have a head, but it doesn’t look alive. I guess this person hit the chicken while driving home, maybe drunk or something, and just left it there and crashed and went to bed? It could happen. And then, someone turned the corner and their headlights illuminated the scene just enough to let know that this poor chicken was alive and well. And I laughed. And I thought to myself, “I’m going to take this chicken home to my apartment and then give to my parents in the morning, because they will know what to do it with it.” And as I walked to my apartment, I continued to laugh… because I was bringing a chicken home. I placed the bird on my patio. And then washed my hands and went to bed. I nudged my wife and let her know the bird was on the patio, and she just muttered to me, “I just hope it’s not a rooster.”

And then a little after 6 AM we found out it in fact was a rooster… and my first thought was, “OH MY GOD, I’M GOING TO GET EVICTED!!!” I quickly started getting dressed and I called my parents to see if I could bring the bird over to which my father replied, “We don’t need a chicken.” But they took the bird anyway. My father continued to remind me of the time of the call “6:17 A.M.” which I am sure I will continue to hear about for a good while. I am surprised that there wasn’t an angry mob outside my door when I carried the bird to car, but I was greeted by a few neighborhood cats, looking for the bird. In fact, when I went to but the rooster in the cat carrier, there was one climbing the fence, which I had to push back over. A very interesting spread of few hours. Interesting indeed.

Also, for you Mavs fans out there, the Mavs will win game 7 tonight, why? Because my son is wearing Mavs gear and when he wears Mavs gear, they win. They are undefeated when he wears a particular sports clothing, which is weird. He wears Rangers clothing, the Rangers win, he wears Mavs clothing, the Mavs win. I had to choose between Kameron Loe tonight or the Mavs and Game 7 and I am sure the Loe-Rider will forgive me on this one. So, alas, Johnny Out.