October 2014

A Sales-Hen

Welcome boys, there's a new single gal in town! The bachelors have been flockin' all round that sales-hen. If you're lookin' for a hen, come over to Chicken Town. Gertrude McCluck has been investigating this because she doesn't want anybody flockin' together unless it's fair n' square. She just came over here to see if she can find some of those young cockerels. Her name is Sandy May. She seems to go for Francoise. Is it there, or is it fake? She's been here for a week and I don't know much about her. She's a beautiful German Spitzhauben. The boys prance around her, wondering who she might be.

 

Francoise

Sandy May

   


































pictures from Meyer Hatchery  

The Pastors

"Who is he? Who is he? Who is he, in the black suit?" they asked. The citizens of Chicken Town have met Pastor Rudy Hopkins and Pastor Benjamin Eggsitter of Catherine Street First Chicken Church of God, but they haven't met Pastor Mark and Pastor Knight of Catherine Street First Church of God. The brave bold hens watched their every move, while the young ones scattered about here and there. Once in a while, I would pick one of the little hens up and bring her to the pastor. We had dinner with them and one of the families in Chicken Town invited Pastor Rudy and Pastor Benjamin for supper.

A New Excitement

I, the reporter, got up and went to open the coops! Big Mama came too, of course. And trailing behind, Shelby came in. My nose is runny and I'm sniffling here in the front porch. I got up before the sun (wherever it is). It's dark and cold. I put on my pearl necklace and my neck was freezing. I don't think that Dad lit the fire this morning. I'm cold because I don't have much body fat. I stood in the town and shivered. I was happy though. Citizens came running out of the hotel. The young pullets are almost full-grown, but they are still living in their baby home. The Puddleduck family quacked with all their might. The roosters crow (they always do) but they didn't come out. I guess that they come out when the sun gets up or when it's nine o'clock or something. Anyway, I have something to look forward to now. I can open the hotel, nursery, and boot camp in the morning. Hurrah!

Chloe McCown Art Studio

My art studio is in the most bizarre place. Right in the heart of the kitchen. There is an island next to the fridge where I set my rinse jar and my paints. Dad made me an easel to set my painting canvas on. I've made so many paintings, I need new canvasses. I'm going  to have a series of cat paintings. I'm going to have a website to sell my paintings on. My cat series will be called Chloe's Cat Canvasses. I will sell post cards, greeting cards, Birthday cards, Christmas cards, and maybe some Get Well cards. This website is coming soon.

The Box

A box from Amazon sits on Shelby's chair. " What could it be? Some birthday presents for me?" I ask myself. I stare at it almost all the time. Not one time do I forget about it. " Mom," I say. "What do you think is in the box?" I stare at it from time to time. I dare not touch it. What do you think is in the box? I try to look away, but it seems so irresistible. It's not wrapped with bows and paper. Just an ordinary box. The time is drawing near for me to turn nine. Hmmmmmmmmmm. What can I do to stop thinking about it?

I Scream You Scream We ALL Scream for Ice Cream!

Betty Boop, a very important citizen , runs the Betty Boob Breast Cancer Center. A couple days ago, she opened an ice cream shop. Nobody stopped there. Business isn't doing well at all. "Betty Boop," I started. "I think it was pretty stupid of you to open an ice cream shop in the middle of the fall. Why didn't  you open it up in the middle of the summer or late spring?" "I didn't have the idea then Chloe. Maybe it'll work." replied silly Betty Boop. "Betty!" she called out. "Help me get the ice cream into my freezer. I've got a lot of ice cream to eat this winter." She got all of the ice cream into her freezer, and you can't see her walking down the street without an ice cream cone!

9 Yrs. Old

Yesterday, I, the reporter and queen of Chicken Town, had my ninth birthday. On Sunday, I got baptised. I was thinking that if I was in a different church, they probably let anyone with wet feet walk into the backroom or sit in their chairs. Loralei is having her party on the 24th. We are going to have a party for both of us this coming Sunday after church. Larry preached a sermon on the fifth. for my birthday, I got two angry birds, Stella from the original game, and Princess Leia from Angry Birds Star Wars, a Lego set, two traffic cones (even if it's hard to believe), a tool set, and jeans, a jean shirt, and a regular shirt. I'm still expecting something. I'll probably post pictures of the presents later.

NaNoWriMo

November is National Novel Writing Month. I am writing in this course, Nanowrimo. The whole of Chicken Town joined it, and the younger ones enjoy Nanowrimo for Juniors. I joined that one. Mom is working on the older NaNoWriMo. Stella, my Angry Bird, joined the junior one too. Sign in, free write, and start typing that story on Nov. first. Hope you sign up before it's too late!

The Movers

"Hi there! I'm moving in to the hotel," says Ellen to her Auntie Clara. "Oh. Oh dear." Clara replies. All of the little pullets are almost done with school, and moving into their own apartments! "Oh!" says Ivy. "Look at my beautiful room! It's so me! She found a not on her bed. It said,

Dear Ivy,

I hope you enjoy your new room. Betty and I fixed it up to match your chickenality. I loved this room when I was your age, so I thought that this little corner of a room would be perfect for you. I wish I could write a little longer, but my hand is starting to itch. love you so much.

                                                 Love, Betty Boop.

The kids are loving their rooms. 

Who's Birthday?

Today is Loralei's birthday! All of the hens are scanning their memory for Andrea's phone number. The Gossip Committee is chatting about what the number is. I don't know either! "Chloe," says Betty. "what are you going to do about Loralei's birthday? Did you already celebrate it?" "Yes," I said. "Oh gee," starts Betty. "I picked out the presents yesterday! Now how will I get them to her?" I turned around, only to see Ellie talking to Emma. I tried to say something to Ellie, but she ran away before I could speak. Emma said, "S-s-so, wh-wh-who's b-b-birthday i-i-is it?"

Constant Love

As you should know, the pullets and cockerels are growing into their teens. This means the girls will be hanging out with the boys. "Guy!" shouts Ellen. "Come here. I have a question to ask you." Jemima hates this time of year. "Drake," she says. "I can't nibble on the ground without a pullet walking by. I can't even nibble my bellybutton. It's so annoying to have those brats asking the boys on dates. Couldn't you just kill them?" Drake says, "You know that The Monster will come and beat us and chase us to death! She'll go get Big Mama and they'll come shouting, 'Off with their heads!' And you know they're planning on us being CHRISTMAS DINNER!Do you want to kill your husband, and do you want to be sitting on a platter next to Rebecca? Well I certainly don't!"

 "To Everything there is a Season"

Welcome back to fall kids! Time to enjoy the leaves! Tell your parents not to rake the leaves up too close to the road. Ivy can't run around in the leaves or jump high up and land in a soft pile of leaves. Ellie doesn't really like to share her leaf pile. In the last Poultry Kids Meeting in Chicken Town, Emma said that it would be a great idea to have a public leaf pile, maybe a leaf party! "A leaf party!?" Thomas said. "That sounds awesome!" Later, I will rake a huge pile of leaves up in the center of town, or where the main attraction is, or where leaves are plentiful. "Did you hear?" says one of the Gossip Committee members. "There is going to be a huge leaf party! Do you think it will last?"