Clara's Corner: Is this a Chicken or a Turkey?

Friday, June 09, 2006

Is this a Chicken or a Turkey?

My daughter sent me this picture. She made it in her chicken house. Looks like a good roosting spot to me. I don't know if the chicken thinks he is a turkey or the turkey thinks he is a chicken.

4 comments:

Tina Leigh said...: Is that turkey brown or is that just the way the pic came out?; 3:04 AM
Marci said...: That is neat that she was able to get the picture. What all does Lisa have on the farm?; 4:50 PM
Clara....in TN said...: The turkey is really brown...the breed is Bourbon Red. Lisa has six donkey's which are just for their enjoyment, I guess.... 4 horses, two goats and one is pregnant, lots of chickens, lots of ducks and geese, a dog, several rabbits...that's all I can think of at the moment. I'm sure I missed something....LOL; 6:55 PM
Clara....in TN said...: I DID forget something....the turkeys...and she has TWO dogs instead of ONE....and she has a pig! She did have a cow, but now it is in her freezer. It is a petting zoo at her house...in fact there has been classes take their field trip to her house.; 9:14 PM

WHERE I'M FROM........

I am from hayfield and blackberry patches, gathering eggs and selling them to my Daddy in his store. I am from a house with no bath....but a path. I am from cherry trees where I climbed and ate more than I carried home.....from digging potatoes in the rich earth. I am from skinny dipping and swinging on grape vines, two room school house, sitting on the front porch while my Mother played the guitar.....wringer washers and wash tubs. I am from playing the piano, the accordian and making playhouses in the woods....hide and seek, jumping rope and May I. From: Raleigh's Liniment, Cracker Jacks and Castor Oil.....Revival Meetings and Baptisms in the river....catalogs and feed sack skirts. From: "Pretty is only skin deep" to "Always mind your manners." I am from Methodist, Baptist, Wednesday night prayer meetings and shouting Hallaujah. I am from the Volunteer state of Tennessee with lakes and mountains, race cars, beans, cornbread and red eye gravy. We always called it "God's Country." I am from family get togethers, dinner on the ground, singing with my sisters, a Mother with a heart of gold and a Daddy with a strict hand. A grandfather who always looked to see if I had my fingernails painted and a Grandmother who could squeeze your heart out! Yes, I came from a family of seven siblings and I have told you where I came from. It was wonderful and I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Now let me tell you where I am going...."To Where The Streets Are Paved With Gold." Some days, I can hardly wait!