Where's my chicken????

Somes times when ya start to write a story, ya have to delete it an' start over with another story. That's what I been do'n this morn'n while I'm wait'n for my coffee to kick in.

I got a few lines wrote bout the gooseberry patch an' the cow lick. Deleted that sucker. Wrote a few lines bout my first BB gun when I was 6 or 7 years old. Deleted that one too. Then I got to think'n bout chickens. I like chickens ya know, but what's so special bout a dad gum chicken? If ya live on a farm, a chicken is something to eat come Sunday afternoon. They make eggs....nuttin special bout that.

Well yeah there is something special bout a chicken. They make wonderful pets. Ya see, I had growed up big enough to carry a basket out to the chicken house an' collect eggs. I was made official "chicken egg collector". Out in the hen house was this one chicken what would foller me all over the hen house while I was fill'n that basket. That chicken talk'n to me in "chicken talk" all the while. I liked that chicken.

It weren't long an' that chicken foller me all around the yard. Down to the creek, out in the corn fields, the tater patch, the out house, pump'n water from the well....any where I go, that chicken was right there....talk'n chicken talk at me. We was bestest of friends.

We had a little porch on the back the house. Any time I go in the house, that chicken perched on that porch until I come back outside. Then we have us a long conversation...."cluck cluck cluck". When it was time for me to go to bed, that chicken would roost on the back porch wait'n for morn'n an' another adventurous day.

Well, as time went along, that chicken is by my side an' talk'n to me. One Sunday morn'n my chicken ain't wait'n for me on the back porch. She's gone, no where to be found. An' I looked everwheres for that dad gum chicken.  Where's my chicken?

Back in them days, the preacher man would make house calls, visit from time to time. Usually on a Sunday afternoon just bout dinner time. "Moms" would always make a special dinner when that preacher man come to visit. Us kids are all seated at the kitchen table filled with that "special dinner" from end to end. In the middle of the table is this great big ol' platter stacked high with pan fried chicken. An' I just love pan fried chicken. But not this day, I ain't eat'n no chicken. That could be MY chicken on that platter. To this day, I would bet ya a dollar it was. I was heart broke for a couple weeks until I bringed a turtle from the creek back to the house. Turtles make good pets too ya know.

Yesterday I didn't get a damn thing done like I was plan'n on do'n. With all the rain we had an' all the little ponds all over the yard, I figgered  I ain't go'n outside. I'm just gonna lay back here in my chair an' look out the winders. Maybe flip a few channels....take me a nap. Google some stuff.

My computer don't work right after it was upgraded to Windows 8.1. The touch pad goes haywire any time it wants to. The only way to fix it is to put the laptop to sleep an' wake it back up. That works for a while. Well, I checked for updates. My God, 199 megs of updates. that took a good hour to do. Nope, it didn't fix the touchpad. Then, I pop a CD in the CD rom thingy. What the hell, it don't work neither. Last time I used the CD was before the upgrade to Win 8.1. I don't want to buy a new computer. An' I don't want to pay a arm an' a leg to get this one fixed.