Anyway, the other day, while Thom was hunting mice for Purris he bumped into a strange visitor.
"Mother Hen!" He exclaimed, "I have never been afraid of a bird in my life until now. She was as tall as the house children!"
"You don't say! Tell me more." I responded.
"Her beak was 2 feet long!"
"Thom, you are joshin' me. Quit lying!" I retorted.
Well next thing you know I hear this ungodly rattling noise.
"What was that?"
"That's her song, I think, Mother Hen. Gives me the shivers." Thom answered looking over his shoulder.
Soon enough I saw her. Running around, flapping her wings and rattling. "Where's my mate? Where's my mate?"
"Calm down honey and come over here," I told her. She definitely has a set of gams on her! "Damn woman! What a long beak you have!" I exlaimed. "What on earth do you do with that? Dig for worms?"
"CCCCan if I wwwant." She said. "Mmmy MMmmate is gggggone. HHhheeee was aaaat the hhhhouse."
Thom leaned over to my ear and whispered, "I saw her looking and pecking at the glass door. I suppose she thought she saw another one of her kind. But now she must have thought it was her husband."
"Well, honey, you just come over here and sit right down with me and we will wait for him. I'm sure he will be along soon."
Thom eased back warily when she plopped down.
"Now, I hope you don't think I am being tooo personal, but woman to woman, just how in the world do you and your man make eggs? Snork!"