Unbagging the Cats 1

Unbagging the Cats 1

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Some Might Call Me "Breathtaking"

Have you ever heard the expression that something is so ugly, it's cute? I'm sure you have. Hopefully, not in reference to yourself, or your offspring. But to be more gentle, let's simply refer to the following fellow as breathtaking.





I'd like to say it's a matter of the picture, taken by the phone and hand of Hick, not being very flattering. But it's better to use a soft focus with this guy. He's half turken, which is a chicken that has a neck like a turkey, and half regular chicken. That flapping wattle is hiding his bare neck.

To add ear insult to our eye injury, he does not so much crow as he groans. It's a curious sound. Like a growl and a moan. Perhaps that's what groan means. I never put two and two together until now. This little misfit struts around the grounds, getting plenty of action from the hens. We've had a spate of turken-looking chicks hatched this spring.

Sometimes I think my writing is like this feathered phenom. It ain't pretty. But it gets the job done.



6 comments:

Sioux Roslawski said...

Val--Your writing appeals to your followers in a twisted way. Your pieces may not be "breathtaking" but they're a sight more appealing than a pig-man.

stephen Hayes said...

Gotta admire this ugly little dudes pluck and attitude. Maybe pluck isn't the best choice of words.

Tammy said...

Guess those chickens don't find him quite so bad!

Val said...

Sioux,
At least my writing doesn't have a pig nose after my readers persuaded it to get a nose job. And it's not so damaged from 24/7 pipe smoking that it shouts, "LOOK AWAY! I'M HIDEOUS!" But then again, nobody has cloned it for a clothing shop mannequin.

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Stephen,
Yeah, that little plucker has it goin' on.

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Tammy,
He may be the Justin Bieber of chickens.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Ugly just doesn't cover it.

Val said...

Kathy,
We can't all be cute little kittens, you know. Or a basket of pot-bellied pigs. Some of us have to be Heidi, the cross-eyed possum.