CHICKENS STRIKE BACK
I guess we're supposed to believe that this is mere coincidence.
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I guess we're supposed to believe that this is mere coincidence.
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Isn't that how a lot of prison movies start?
Posted by: Marvin | Paranoid Android | April 21, 2005 at 01:27 PM
And this is just the start of them stricking back. Until the chicken coup is finished, more chickens will escape.
Posted by: MM | April 21, 2005 at 01:31 PM
Exactly what is the proper care for chickens (already headed for the the slaughter house) involved in traffic accident?
Posted by: Boo Augustus | April 21, 2005 at 01:32 PM
Authorities suspect that fowl play was involved...
Posted by: MM | April 21, 2005 at 01:39 PM
sniggering,
and THANK GOD for the funny updates and witty remarks from the gifted blogettes. Did you know laughing helps a body quit smoking? At least I stopped growling for a moment there.
Posted by: Giddy | April 21, 2005 at 01:43 PM
Significant quote: "chicken were taken care of"
Vinny: "Hey boss, we took care of dose chickens dat was trying to get away".
Posted by: Flash | April 21, 2005 at 01:50 PM
Goddamn, I could'a been a Poultry Director, instead of a bum, which is what I am...
Posted by: jamester | April 21, 2005 at 01:52 PM
C. W. McCall was way ahead of his time:
Me an’ Earl was haulin’ chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we’d spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass, which is up on the great divide.
We was settin’ there suckin’ toothpicks, drinkin’ nehi and onion soup mix, and I said, earl, let’s mail a card to mother then send them chickens on down the other side. yeah, let’s give ’em a ride.
[chorus]
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the great divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
Posted by: xmnr | April 21, 2005 at 01:56 PM
sorta redefines "eggroll".
Posted by: long tall texan | April 21, 2005 at 01:58 PM
All birds were being recovered and taken care of properly following the wreck.
I hope "taken care of properly" means shipping them off to Gitmo with the other terrorist bastards and questioning them at length about their fowl conspiracy to disrupt life as we know it.
We need to flush the Subservient Chicken out of his cave and crush the El Gallo network before it spreads t another generation of militant fowl...
Posted by: mark | April 21, 2005 at 01:59 PM
Boo, my question exactly.
"All birds were being recovered and taken care of properly following the wreck."
I looked it up, in Montgomery Alabama that means they "whacked them with a bat a distance not exceeding 200 feet and not less than 22 feet, with no more than four tries to cover the minimum distance, pants optional."
Posted by: Christobol | April 21, 2005 at 02:01 PM
It's not even May 4th yet. They're early birds.
Posted by: golfwidow | April 21, 2005 at 02:13 PM
Good thing too. Chickens look silly wearing pants.
Posted by: Mike "Mad's Dork" Weasel | April 21, 2005 at 02:13 PM
Did they come out with "Chicken Run 2" yet? If not, we may have just seen the opening scenes...
Posted by: Higgy | April 21, 2005 at 02:19 PM
dave makes a star wars reference. yesssss.
Posted by: jamie the star wars nerdgirl | April 21, 2005 at 02:26 PM
The really sad thing is, it's been raining hard all day today (I'm in Montgomery) so those chickens are *wet*.
It begs the question... er... nevermind.
Posted by: AcuZod | April 21, 2005 at 02:51 PM
Mr. Perdue would have a fit.
Posted by: D'Artagnan | April 21, 2005 at 03:03 PM
AcuZod - were you going to ask if the chickens were mad as wet hens?
Yes. And then they were dead.
Posted by: insomniac | April 21, 2005 at 03:13 PM
The worst part wasn't the accident... It was that ALL 6,000 of them saw it coming. The truck might have righted itself but the force of chicken poo blew the truck 600 yards off the road.
"It-tweren't purty", said a local bystander immersed in several feet of gooey, smelly ooze.
Posted by: Writer's Cramp | April 21, 2005 at 03:23 PM
Weasels look pretty funny in pants too. You should probably stop wearing them.
Posted by: Mad Scientist | April 21, 2005 at 03:33 PM
"In a statement, State Agriculture Commissioner Ron Sparks says a representative from his department, poultry director Ray Hilburn, has been at the wreck site with representatives from the health department and the Department of Transportation. "
with vats of oil and some chicken fryers, uh-huh.
and how do you get the job of state poultry director? do you have to grease some palms... wonder how much bread this job gets. does it come with some greens and cornbread? yuuuuum.
Posted by: queensbee | April 21, 2005 at 04:25 PM
Spilled chicken on U.S. Highway 331 outside of Montgomery... it's what's for dinner.
Posted by: D'Artagnan | April 21, 2005 at 04:59 PM
wasn'it ? really ? ah vraiment, quel gâchis!
Posted by: ess | April 21, 2005 at 05:26 PM
All birds were being recovered and taken care of properly following the wreck
I see no less than four of our brightest minds were struck by the absurdity of the same sentence I was.
I am not sure if I should be encouraged by this fact or if it is time to double my medication.
Posted by: Deontologist | April 21, 2005 at 05:33 PM
Was the driver playing chicken?
Posted by: powerhungry | April 21, 2005 at 08:32 PM
"All birds were being recovered and taken care of properly following the wreck."
Excuse me, but what about the DRIVER?!? After all, chicken truck drivers are people, too!!
Seriously, I hope the driver is OK. Poor guy.
Posted by: Aunt Nancy | April 22, 2005 at 06:12 AM
Powerhungry: "Playing chicken" = good one.
Q: Why did 6,000 chickens cross the road?
A: Because their friggin truck overturned, idiot.
Posted by: Funny Name | April 22, 2005 at 07:27 AM
It's hard to imagine 6000 chickens coming through without a scratch, but the driver's seriously injured. What kind of a sick, irony-enriched God would allow that to happen? Apart from a sore drumstick and some significant tenderization, I hear he'll be fine.
Posted by: karmadonor | April 22, 2005 at 05:08 PM
Couple of months ago, I actually drove past the scene of a similar accident near my home in Oregon. I don' know what was sadder, the claws-up specimens, or the birds wandering around the road in a daze...
I was tempted to stop and grab a couple, as I've processed a few chickens myself before, but just kept driving. I think I read later that someone else at the scene had the same thought, but was apprehended when his jacket started wriggling and squawking...
Posted by: cleanhands | April 22, 2005 at 07:46 PM