April 24, 2014– I pulled out my electric guitar, plugged it into the amplifier and wired up the chicken yard with a song that I composed on the spot. It had a psychedelic riff that shook the frame of our henhouse and the ground beneath it. The pullets loved my playing and applauded enthusiastically. They even changed into red bandanas and leather vests and pretended to play along by strumming their wings in the air. The Orpington ladies on the other hand, were not impressed. They enjoy a more mellow expression of harmonious bliss and were not afraid to tell me so.
“Really Happy,” said Addie. “If you must play something, why not the ukulele or that piccolo you are so fond of carrying around. This noise hurts our ears!”
“I agree,” added Charlotte. “My teeth are rattling!”
“We don’t have teeth!” Dottie piped up in my defense.
It was alright. I didn’t mind. I had already finished my song and I do love the piccolo. It’s best to keep all of my fans content.
I finished off with a bright and cheerful tune that the entire flock hummed and danced to. It was such fun! Afterwards, I relaxed by eating a banana and watching Wheel of Fortune on the television.
Full day, people. Full day.