The Scoop on this Coop
Legend has it the phoenix is a male bird with beautiful red and gold plumage.
When the end of his life is near, this fabled creature is said to build a nest of cinnamon twigs which he ignites. It is then no surprise the bird and nest go up in a fiery blaze of glory. From the ashes, a new young phoenix is suppose to emerge.
Well, that's all very nice, I suppose; however, I am no male and I'm not wildly crazy about setting myself on fire.
Hence, no phoenix here.
Just us chickens.
When the end of his life is near, this fabled creature is said to build a nest of cinnamon twigs which he ignites. It is then no surprise the bird and nest go up in a fiery blaze of glory. From the ashes, a new young phoenix is suppose to emerge.
Well, that's all very nice, I suppose; however, I am no male and I'm not wildly crazy about setting myself on fire.
Hence, no phoenix here.
Just us chickens.
posted by Feisty at 5:55 PM
8 Comments:
So this is where ya'll come home to roost, huh?
"Just us Chickens" no blaze of glory, no special effects, just a little clucking and some pickin and the occasional egg right? :)
You got it!
; )
Can i start calling you 'chook' now?
So long as the chooks remain free-range and don't become battery hens ;)
To quote the Cadbury Easter Egg Bunny...uh..Chicken...uh..Bunken?
"BAWK BAWK!"
silly phoenix, strutting his stuff; chickens are more dependable anyway.
Funny, I just now used the phrase "just us chickens" in an e-mail to our Cub Scout committee chair wondering if she would know what it meant in my context. Great minds, chikadee, great minds!
Glad to find your "roost"! It's all about you, baby...
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