Man cries fowl over churlish Charlestown chicken

Chicken on the loose in Charlestown

Doug Aamoth warns us today:

BE CAREFUL: There's a chicken loose in Boston. It's in Charlestown. A kid is feeding it.

In e-mail, he adds:

I don't know if it's a chicken or a rooster, but the little girl feeding it cracker bits on Sackville Street said it was a chicken and she seemed to have more control over the fiasco than anyone. I'm just happy to still be alive.



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It was hard to peck this post out.

Feather in your cap

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For not just winging it.
These urban chickens are a tender subject for some.

Matzo fast

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But you did eventually get the ball rolling.

(Wrong holiday, I know, but I couldn't resist. Happy Hanukkah, Adam.)


You Mean

... you didn't just poullet out of a stock file?


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Cluck cluck! Cluck cluck ba-gawk!!!


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The guy across the street from me used to have geese. One day, when they got out, it was pretty obvious they where were his. Said geese, which pack a wallop by the way, were escorted back onto his property.

In your case, chicken, a hapless pedestrian could plausibly deny knowing your owner. Things might end poorly for you today.

That assumes, however, that somebody knows how to pluck you. When was the last time a uhub reader plucked a chicken?

I assume he knows it's a bird.

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I don't know if it's a chicken or a rooster

He apparently doesn't know that roosters are chickens, male chickens. Female chickens are called hens.


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