Wednesday, April 04, 2007

It's no spring chicken, but Loren likes it.

We bought a roast chicken for dinner last week.
Two days later, I made the leftovers into a stir fry.
Two days after that, we had the stir fry leftovers for dinner again.
Today, I'm eating the last of it.

The parrot next to me is utterly enamored of this dish, and keeps asking for more chicken.


Erin April 04, 2007 2:57 PM  

I'm pretty sure there is something wrong with feeding your parrot leftover chicken. I guess it would be like us eating a member of the ape family (if you believe that we're descended from apes, which actually, I don't - not the point here).

It reminds me of the Far Side Cartoon of a wife chicken bringing her sick husband chicken soup and telling him to get over it because 1) it's good for a cold and 2) it's no one they know. I'll have to try to find that cartoon somewhere...


Jennifer April 04, 2007 3:47 PM  

This is a creative interpretation of the one you mean.

And here's another one, perhaps more relevant to my own post...

(Maybe Julie has something to add?)

Laylabean April 05, 2007 10:02 AM  

Wow, that must have been a big chicken. Either that or you guys are light eaters. It never lasts that long around my house.

mom April 05, 2007 4:56 PM  

Please notice the quilt if you link to "This" above!

Dad April 07, 2007 4:34 PM  

Loren doesn't seem to have had the same experience as the parrot belonging to a friend of mine, David, who received a parrot for his birthday. The parrot was fully-grown with a bad attitude and worse vocabulary. Every other word was an expletive. Those that weren’t expletives were, to say the least, very rude.

David tried hard to change the bird’s attitude and was constantly saying polite words, playing soft music, anything he could think of to try and set a good example. Nothing worked. He yelled at the bird and the bird yelled back. He shook the bird and the bird just got more angry and became even more rude.

Finally, in a moment of desperation, David put the parrot into the freezer.

For a few moments he heard the bird squawk and kick and scream. Then suddenly there was quiet – not a sound for half a minute. David was frightened that he might have hurt the bird and quickly opened the freezer door.

The parrot calmly stepped out onto David’s extended arm and said, “I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I will endeavor at once to correct my behavior. I really am truly sorry and beg your forgiveness.”

David was astonished at the bird’s change in attitude and was about to ask what had made such a dramatic change when the parrot continued, “May I ask what the chicken did?”

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