Saturday, September 5, 2009

When Chickens Knock......

We went to the Mountain's today, it is always nice to have a meal like chicken and dumplings.
My sister tells us a story, she heard knocking on the door and went to see. It was her two chickens, they were pecking on the door. We said, they wanted more okra.

We did say you are a real Hillbilly when you have chickens knocking on the door. We love our Hillbilly heritage.

5 comments:

Carol said...

a huge smile from me

A.Marie said...

HA! How Funny! You should have just invited the chickens to "come on in, have a bite, and set a spell!"

My Dad's family is a little bit hillbilly, also. My Dad's oldest brother loves to tell the story of the time they went antelope hunting out in Wyoming, and they rigged up a big old bathtub, on top of his beat-up old truck, to haul the animal back to IL! The looks they must have gotten from people still makes me laugh when I think about it! LOL

robinsramblings said...

Hi Kim, it has been a while since I read your blog so I had some catching up to do. I appreciate your sense of humor and ability to keep plugging away when things get rough. My prayers are with you!
Peace,
Robin

Bonnie Bonsai said...

And I think I can relate to the chicken knocking by the door. Instead of okra, we fed them with corn. We prefer the okra to ourselves. :) Love your Hillbilly heritage. Don't lose it!

Karen said...

Cute story...I believe there's a little "hillbilly" in us all....

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