Archive for the ‘Seasonal’ Category

Ode to a Certain Groundhog

Phil, you’re famous far and wide

You peek your furry mug outside

To say if winter still will blow

For six more weeks: will there be snow?

 

Now Mother Hen ain’t one to tell

A pro a subject he knows well

But your approach (it seems) is flawed

‘Cause don’t you think that it is odd

 

 

That when you see your shadow, guy

Which means the sun is in the sky

That’s s’posed to mean that Spring is late

When it should mean an early date?

 

Look up, oh hog and see the sun

The grass is green and winter’s done

There are no snowflakes in the air

(Although it’s true the trees go bare.)

 

A shadow, Phil, should mean that Spring

Is closer still, if anything

So change your forecast, be a pal

And raise this chicken’s poor morale!

Mother Hen Brings in 2012!

Mother Hen wishes all of her chicks the happiest New Year in 2012!

Hope you all had a lovely New Year’s Eve watching the egg drop on New Year’s Clucking Eve with Ryan Seagull and Dick Bark! Apparently Lady BaBa was on in a scandalous outfit with almost no wool (as expected) and Justin Beaver thrilled all the little chicklets by touching their itty-bitty wings with his paw. What a young heartbreaker he is, and Canadian too! Ahh, if Mother Hen was still a wee chick…

MH is glad all the Coop Family are safe and warm in the coop, as the first serious snowstorm of the season has arrived. For those of you living in sunnier climes, this means that if you go outside without a heavy jacket on your will lose half your feathers and be covered in gooseflesh! Have you ever been in a walk-in freezer? Add a large fan throwing ice pellets at your beak, and you are starting to get the idea.

MH can just barely make out where the barn is when she looks out the coop window because of all the blowing snow. It is a good day to stay home, pop some corn, and have some hot chocolate or tea.

Mother Hen Faces Christmas

SHRI-E-E-E-E-E-K!!!!!!

Mother Hen has just realized that there are 10 more days until the big jolly fat guy gets stuck trying to get in the coop door! (No, she does not mean Father Rooster – she can hear you snickering out there people!)

Next to Easter, this is the busiest time of the year for the BUDS (Bunnies United Delivery Service) and boy, do they get cranky about now! If you have never tried to ship a package with a disgruntled rabbit, folks, it can get pretty ugly. Most of the farm animals keep a few carrots around for tipping, but everyone knows bunnies prefer chocolate.

Mother Hen has made her list and is checking it twice.

Father Rooster                                  Alarm Clock

Missy Hen                                          Feather Fluffer

Junior Rooster                                  Hungry, Hungry Hoggies game

Great-Aunt Henrietta                      Feather Duster

Farmer Brown                                  Bottle of Corn Liquor

Mrs. Farmer Brown                         Eau de Niblets Cologne

Santa Claws                                      Milk from Mrs. Bossie and popcorn

 

For those of you who are asking the burning question, “What do chickens put out for Santa instead of stockings?” Mother Hen has a simple answer. Rubber boots, of course! What do you think we wear when the farmyard gets mucky? (And believe MH, after the cow and the horse and the pig family have been out there, a chicken could use a pair of hip-waders, if you know what Mother means!)

If Mother Hen doesn’t get time to peck the keyboard again during this holiday season, which seems likely, she would like to wish all her loyal chicks, people and other assorted animal readers a blessed and merry Christmas, and all the best for the coming year!

Mother Hen Puts Christmas In Its Place

Dear Chicks,

Mother Hen loves Christmas – in December!

She does not approve of Christmas beginning on the 1st of November.

In the spirit of the season (which happens to be fall, darn it!), Mother H. has the following demands suggestions:

Let’s all wait until every last leaf is on the ground before using the four-letter “s” word , the one for that fluffy white stuff that comes all too soon as it is.

No Santa Claus commercials until after the Santa Claus parades are over.

Anyone who turns on their Christmas lights before November 15 has volunteered to have their front yard covered with rotting, smashed Jack O’Lanterns.

No Christmas muzak before…oh, heck, let’s make it until chickens have lips!

Anyone who says “Merry Christmas” in the next three weeks will be should have must not…just don’t do it, okay? Mother Hen may have a conniption, and believe her, that ain’t pretty!

Let’s all rip out every Christmas advertisement from all our magazines (including Mother Hen’s favorite, Chicken Scratches, The Magazine for Superior Hens) and send them back to where they came from! That is unless they have scrumptious recipes for grub omelets, in which case just cut them out and turn down the holiday side.

Christmas shopping should be banned postponed restricted to…oh, dang it, any shopping is good shopping, right?

Now that we have the ground rules established, chickies, Mother Hen expects all of you to behave accordingly. After all, we must have standards, people!

Determinedly yours,

Mother Hen

Cousin Lavinia’s Wedding

Mother Hen needed a few days to recover from the…ahem…excitement of Cousin Lavinia’s wedding reception before she could report back to her loyal readers, whom she is certain have been waiting breathlessly for her account of the festivities.

The bride wore white, which Mother Hen found very reassuring despite the fact that Lavinia and Harry’s three-week-old rooster, Ziggy, was the ringbearer.  In MH’s day, which becomes a progressively faint memory after one of these events, white meant something other than it complimented your feathers, if you know what Mother H. means, and she’s sure you do!

Anyway, Ziggy dropped the pillow with the rings about a half-dozen times (coordination does not run in Harry’s side of the family) and predictably Harry dropped the ring, but only twice. Mother Hen thought at the rate things were going it would become a winter wedding, but everyone made it through in the end.

A fall wedding means corn chowder and pumpkin pie for dinner, and Lavinia did not disappoint. Oh, and there were pumpkins everywhere! Pumpkins on the altar at the chapel, pumpkins holding open the doors, pumpkin-themed table decorations, and even pumpkin-shaped nametags which M H thought was a bit much. After all, everyone knows who Mother Hen is, and those sticky things tend to pull on the feathers.

Naturally Mother H. was up there grooving on the dance floor like it was 1999, and she showed those young folks how the chicken dance is really done! Father Rooster joined her for a rip-roaring polka, which of course had all the young’uns hollering for more. Still, dancing all night is best left to the chicklets, although if you ask Mother Hen, there was more than a little fermented corn syrup fueling the festivities as well!

Well, Mother’s claws and head are still a bit tender from whooping it up on Saturday, so she will bid all her good bloggy friends adieu. She wishes the new Mr. and Mrs. Harry Feathers all the best in their life together, and little Ziggy too!

 

Heading to a Wedding

Oooooh, Mother Hen loves weddings! After all, what’s not to like, there’s romance, drama, suspense, comedy — the whole kitandcaboodle all rolled into one!

What cute memory will the flowergirl make when she goes completely off script?

What will the fashions be for the bride, the bridesmaids, and all the female guests?

How about the four D’s: decorations, dinner, dessert and dancing? Mother Hen loves to dance! She can really cut a rug for a hen of her…station in life.

Who will imbibe a little too much corn syrup and make an interesting spectacle of his or her self?

Mother Hen will report back with complete coverage of second-cousin-once-removed Lavinia’s wedding on the next Mother Hen’s Nest. Stay tuned for all the details!