Mother Nature is giving us a sneak peak and weather coming our way very soon. Just an inch or two on the ground this morning but it is still nice looking out the window. I’m working at Dutches tonight and Gogebic Lodge tomorrow.
Sarah was in the fertilized egg business. She had several hundred youngpullets and ten roosters to fertilize the eggs. She kept records and any
rooster not performing went into the soup pot and was replaced.
This took a lot of time, so she bought some tiny bells and attached them to her roosters. Each bell had a different tone, so she could tell from a distance which rooster was performing. Now, she could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report just by listening to the bells.
Sarah’s favorite rooster, old Butch, was a fine specimen but this morning
she noticed old Butch’s bell hadn’t rung at all! When she went to
investigate, she saw the other roosters were busy chasing pullets,
bells-a-ringing, but the pullets hearing the roosters coming would run forcover. To Sarah’s amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn’t ring. He’d sneak up on a pullet, do his job, and walk on to the next one.
Sarah was so proud of old Butch, she entered him in a show and he became an overnight sensation among the judges. The result was the judges not only awarded old Butch the “No Bell Piece Prize”, (my apologies)they also awarded him the “Pulletsurprise” as well.
Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making. Who else but a politician
could figure out how to win two of the most coveted awards on the planet by being the best at sneaking up on the unsuspecting populace and seducing them when they weren’t paying attention?
Vote carefully in the next election. You can’t always hear the bells.
If you don’t send this on, then you’re chicken. No yolk!