to my several faithful CHIKKINS

A picture is worth a thousand words:

Chikkins !!! Have I not warned you repeatedly: Do Not Talk to Strangers !! Send that Rotisserie fella packing. His intentions are dark and dire. He's most likely a scout for that rogue Colonel Sanders or maybe the young upstart, Mr. Chik-Fil-A. The cows are in on the masterplot, posing for numerous ads and commercials stating: Eat More Chikkin !!! I even saw a commercial where they were imitating you Chikkins by throwing a party with a Disco Ball. Beware!

I thank you kindly for the Valentine heart and apologize for despoiling your scratchin's. I put extra sweet corn in your feed tonight. Erase rotisserie from your chikkshunnary, pronto, and know that the Red Dirt Barn is a Rotisserie-Free-Zone. The red dirt mule much appreciates her chikkin friends. XXX!


Adullamite said...


FishHawk said...

"Through The Garden Gate" has been included in this weeks Sites To See. I hope you like the image I featured, and I hope this helps to attract many new visitors here.


"The Chikkins Is Restless" said...

Hey Mule!
We chikkins is disgusted at this horrible pitcher.
The wisest of the chikkins thinks it may depict mutilated pidgins, but there is rumours, bad rumours.

Follerin' yer esteemed advice, we is abstainin' from all the stranger advised us to do. We is not sprinkling his proprietory mix of herbs and spices on our food. And we is not rubbing ourselves with his "soothing garlic'n'salt massage butter, every night any more.
Rotorseries is being expun, expung, exp.. rubbed-out from the words in the chicshunary.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Never trust a chicken, they turn on you.
Even in a rotisserie.

red dirt girl said...

Adullamite - it's truly too complicated to explain the back story. Simply put: there's a big red dirt barn that leases pens and corrals to various critters. A red dirt mule runs the operation. There's a band of poker playing cats and bookie mice making bets. A flock of chikkins' came our way and settled in. They have their own party shed complete with a disco ball. An certain donkey is known to visit the mule from time to time .... maintaining his mystique and lady killer charm. The rest .... just flow with it. Eventually it gets sorted out! xxx

red dirt girl said...

You restless chikkins need to be roaming the free range. Within the rest posts, of course, for your protection. And no canoodling with those Holstein cows down the road.

red dirt girl said...

Cosmo -
I sprayed milk out of my nose laughing so hard at your comment. Yep. Chikkins can be sly fowl. They've weaseled all sorts of special favors here at the Red Dirt Barn! xxx

Adullamite said...


Dave Mows Grass said...

Not related at all, but in the lack of a better comment idea, wanna see pictures of my mom winning her age group in the Spring, TX Chik-Fil-A 5k run? My sister ran with her and finished last in her age group, but she redeemed herself slightly by running a half marathon in just over two hours the very next day. Hope the link works:


Hope all is well, mule friend. Sorry for being such a stranger 'round here. You're tops!