Hi, today, I heard a Chicken story about someone who is just as naive as I am.
A friend of mine told me about a man who was dating a new girl in town. She had never been in a farming community. She came from a big city.
He brought her a chicken and ask her if she would clean it. she said," sure I'd be glad to."
He left then came back later, to his amazement she was bathing the chicken in the bathtub. soap and all.

I had a chuckle over that.

Speaking of animals, I remembered a bull story. When I was young, one of the jobs I had on the farm was to bring the cows in from the pasture to be milked. I felt pretty proud of myself ,because I had a way of getting them to come without going clear down to the bottom of the pasture. I would bellow like a bull, with my MOO ! sounds and they would come. It worked great, until Dad bought a new bull.

As I approached the pasture I did my usual call, the cows were coming and so was the bull. His head was down,shaking from side to side , his feet were pawing the ground, and he was snorting.

He was answering my call. I think he thought I was competition. I scrambled out of the fence just in time. Had I have not made it I probably would have looked like a squashed pumpkin.

I went home crying to my dad, but he didn't believe me. I think he thought that I just wanted to get out of some work.

Every day I went through the same thing. I didn't bellow anymore, But that bull still didn't like me. The only way I could get those cows to come would be to stay out of the fence, and carry a big stick, All the while the bull would be doing his little ritual.

Several weeks later, one day dad was talking to his neighbor while feeding the cows in the corral . All of a sudden the neighbor hollered ! "Look out Elmer," dad turned, and the bull was coming right for him. He beat him off with the pitchfork. That very day he took the bull to the auction. I think he finally believed me.

Since that time of long ago, we have moved here to our new home, we took some friends out for a drive deep in the woods, one day. All of a sudden we came upon a few cows and a bull. I told them my bull story. And said, to my friend, lets try it and see if I still have the touch. So I showed her how to bellow. Low and behold the bull put his head down , pawed at the ground and started after the car. I guess I hadn't lost my touch.

So if you want a deer, a moose or a bull to come, make sure your not in competition
with its mate.

Have a good evening .... Charlene