Autopsy Report #2

In continuation of possible ways I could die while homesteading...

Way back when my 4 kids were little, like toddler sized, my DH would teach them silly little songs that he liked. Cute, huh? One of the songs they would sing over and over and over was called "Chicken Train." It's just a little Appalachia type song that was released by the Ozark Mountain Daredevils way back in the 70's. The tune was catchy but the lyrics made absolutely no sense to me. But if young 'uns are singing they are not into trouble so....whatever. 

 

 But as those young 'uns got older they started questioning things, like- "Is Chicken Train REALLY a song, mom?" And "What do the words to the Chicken Song mean?" I had no answers to the last one. So I dodged it just like all the other questions I couldn't answer- with a cookie and a "go ask your dad."

 Now fast forward 20 some years and I have a yard full of chickens who like to make a little line and follow me everywhere I go. And sometimes, while they're back there, I find myself humming "Chicken Train" as we walk around- (I leave out the lazer beam part, We don't have electronic chickens.) 

 Yesterday as I and my little chicken train were walking to the garden where I toss out their daily sunflower seed ration, I spied a beautiful male cardinal in the bare branches of an apple tree. He was a gorgeous bird and his red feathers just POPPED against those black branches. My breath caught and I just stopped dead in my tracks. The chickens behind me, however, did not. So here is

AUTOPSY REPORT #2

Subject was unable to avoid impending collision and expired on the spot. Her body was discovered after the pile of chickens had been removed from the pileup and so a closed casket will be recommended due to chicken tracks on body.

If you're unfamiliar with the song, you can check it out here:

Ozark Mountain Daredevils performing "Chicken Train" on YouTube