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Loose Chickens and The Isolated Incidents
(Thanks to Samantha Donisi)
UPDATE on Loose Fowl
(Thanks to Allen at Division and Matt Filar)
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Loose Chickens and The Isolated Incidents
(Thanks to Samantha Donisi)
UPDATE on Loose Fowl
(Thanks to Allen at Division and Matt Filar)
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I've got some hot sauce I could donate.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | September 28, 2009 at 03:19 PM
MMMWAAAA-HAH-HAH-HAH!
Posted by: Ernie Anastos | September 28, 2009 at 03:21 PM
It seems to me that whenever you have that many chickens crossing so many roads, the questions always remain
Posted by: spicesea | September 28, 2009 at 03:32 PM
Iowa City Welcomes Loose Chicks.
Posted by: NotSherly | September 28, 2009 at 03:33 PM
"urban chicken ordinance" W Also BAGNFARB.
Posted by: Lairbo | September 28, 2009 at 03:41 PM
I've always thought chickens were a little slutty.
Posted by: Siouxie | September 28, 2009 at 03:47 PM
*SNORK* @ NSherly! That would have been a much better headline. ;)
Posted by: Diva | September 28, 2009 at 03:47 PM
"goose mayhem"
"drunken visitor and the violated geese"
"fowl destruction"
"honk of pain"
"feathers of death"
...and so on
Posted by: mudstuffin | September 28, 2009 at 03:49 PM
It's poultry in motion...
(somebody had to say it, along with Pullet-surprise.)
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 28, 2009 at 04:10 PM
mud?? "a flock of sea gals"?
Posted by: Siouxie | September 28, 2009 at 04:10 PM
Did they arrest them and take them to Fowlsome Prison?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 28, 2009 at 04:14 PM
A goose is asleep.
He is dreaming of goose drinks.
A moose is asleep.
He is dreaming of moose drinks.
Goose juice, not moose juice,
is juice for a goose.
And moose juice, not goose juice,
is juice for a moose.
Now all's well and good when a moose dreams of moose juice. And nothing goes wrong when a goose dreams of goose juice.
But, when moose dreams a mouthful of juices of goose's,
and goose dreams a mouthful of juices of mooses,
they both fall out of their beds screaming screams.
So, I'm warning you now . . .
Never Drink In Your Dreams!
Posted by: Dr. Seuss | September 28, 2009 at 04:14 PM
“They were laying eggs all over the place,” Goodman said of the chickens. “It was actually funny. We were cracking up.”
Welcome to Open Mike Night at the Hen House.
Posted by: Betsy | September 28, 2009 at 04:15 PM
I suspect fowl play.
Posted by: Siouxie | September 28, 2009 at 04:19 PM
They took 'em to the monastery so they could stay with the other fryers.
Posted by: bonmot | September 28, 2009 at 04:24 PM
Had the goose been real, it would have won.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | September 28, 2009 at 04:26 PM
A gentleman in a striped coat with a white beard, calling himself the "Colonel", was seen trying to round them up.
Can dumplings be far behind?
Posted by: bonmot | September 28, 2009 at 04:26 PM
bonmot, or him.
Posted by: Siouxie | September 28, 2009 at 04:32 PM
Ah sayah, Ah sayah, Boyah!
Posted by: bonmot | September 28, 2009 at 04:38 PM
They caught one of them, but not before she had stripped naked.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 28, 2009 at 04:41 PM
I think I saw this news item on The Amazing Race last night. (Please, let somebody get this...)
Posted by: Mr Death | September 28, 2009 at 04:58 PM
I'm sorry, but it's f@#king IOWA!!!!
I thought the entire state was covered in corn and chickens, no? And don't all the girls have pigtails and wear gingham??
If not, don't tell me. I want to keep my illusions.
Posted by: Punkin | September 28, 2009 at 05:22 PM
Mr. death: I saw it and I got it. Nice reference.
Posted by: Braniff | September 28, 2009 at 05:29 PM
Punkin, to be fair, yesterday I wore braids and gingham, and fed corn to chickens. As you know, I'm in SoCal.
I guess the main difference is, I looked hot doing it.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 28, 2009 at 05:33 PM
When I wear braids and gingham, I don't need any corn. Or chickens.
Posted by: Tash | September 28, 2009 at 05:45 PM
When you're out hoeing in the field?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 28, 2009 at 05:55 PM
When I wear braids and gingham, the martinis are too strong.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 28, 2009 at 05:59 PM
I used to wear braids and gingham, but that was before the restraining order.
Posted by: pogo | September 28, 2009 at 06:37 PM
Duck! Duck! GOOSE--I KEEL YOU!
Posted by: Allen at Division | September 28, 2009 at 06:52 PM
Judi's doing all the posting - did Dave leave for a trip and forget to inform his nearest and dearest ?
Thanks, Judi, for keeping us entertained !
Posted by: Account Deleted | September 28, 2009 at 07:32 PM
And *snork* @ MtB !!!
Posted by: Account Deleted | September 28, 2009 at 07:32 PM
psstt...Telecom....it's Yom Kippur. No blogging allowed.
Posted by: Guin | September 28, 2009 at 07:35 PM
I are but a dumb Catholic girl. Mea culpa.
Posted by: Account Deleted | September 28, 2009 at 08:03 PM
Annie, I think you need goosing.
Posted by: Tash | September 28, 2009 at 08:59 PM
My first thought on seeing a loose chicken would not be to call the police.
Posted by: NotSoShyJan | September 28, 2009 at 09:30 PM
What was the raccoon angry about?
Posted by: nursecindy | September 28, 2009 at 09:45 PM
Meanie, any pictures of you in gingham and pigtails? Siouxie wants to know.
Posted by: nursecindy | September 28, 2009 at 11:58 PM
Sure, cindy. I'll sift through the fireplace and see if I've still got some.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 29, 2009 at 07:14 AM
Saw 'em warming up for Atomic Rooster in '71. Helluva show.
Posted by: Alien8 | September 29, 2009 at 08:51 AM
*makes note to wear taffeta and pigtails when having drinks with MtB, so as not to show up in the same outfit*
Posted by: djtonyb | September 29, 2009 at 11:00 PM
*checks blog bar tip jar for bail money*
Posted by: js | September 30, 2009 at 04:42 PM
"Do you have pictures of any of the loose chickens reported around Iowa City this morning? If so, send them to us at [email protected] and we'll publish them online."
Seems like such a unequivocal promise might prove to be a tad rash. Chickens -- especially loose ones -- have been known to appear in unpublishable situations.
Posted by: Richard the Weasel-Hearted | September 30, 2009 at 08:04 PM