Bwahahaha! There MUST be some lil Texas Chickadees in there then! Cuz “line-dancing”, rodeo-ing, and 2-steppin’ in a NASCAR circuit circle — round & round, nobody knows why(!) — is what we do… when we’re not firing off our AR15’s, FAL’s, MP5’s, and .50-calibers! YEE-HAW!!! (spits tobacco-chew out & down chin)
Hun… I likes how you and your Chickadees wing-it! Where’s the beer and BBQ sauce!? (wink)
P.S. For any who don’t know me… I’m just doing my parody of my native “cowboys”. (gives goofy expression)
I knew you were a line dancer!! Hahahaha. Maybe in secret eh? Your favourite song is ”Achy Breaky Heart’ isn’t it? –nods– I’m seeing you as Yosemite Sam now Prof for some reason – not red haired, a bit taller, wearing spurs that would take out any fellow line dancers and sporting a whip rather than guns. Now that’s an image. Hahahaha. It’s your own fault, esme only works with what she’s given and has a fairly off-slant imagination.
Esme refusing point blank to wear cowboy boots upon the Cloud
I’m not sure I should reply to all dat! I might… I mights… oh what’s the darn word(?)… …incarcerate myself(?)… incinerate myself(?)… insinuate myself? Oh HELL! Where was I going with this???
(zips up his tarred lips & winks)
Walking My Path: Mindful Wanderings in Naturesaid:
There is a shy one behind the 4th row trying to hide. Might need some encouragement. Or, is that the one who actually took the picture and ran back into its spot?
You noticed, I’m impressed! nods. It took hours to get them to stand in one place for the photograph, and even then, as you have noted, they’re looking all over the show.
Hahahahaha.
They follow me round the Cloud in a small bunch constantly, hoping some crumbs from the giant piece of toast I am almost always nibbling will fall to the ground. And that’s despite them having had their dinner. Greedy little sods.
Not these few, and anyway chicks don’t get eaten by humans, they need to be larger, however the male chicks are exclusively killed when one day old as they are no use to the industry. Methods of killing include cervical dislocation, asphyxiation by carbon dioxide and some farmers have them minced alive by high speed grinders.
Well, it isn’t a happy situation, but as eating chicks was mentioned it brought said situation to mind. We shouldn’t avoid speaking the truth because it might be considered a bit of a downer.- nods and shrugs. And we all have our passions smiles
Professor Taboo said:
(chuckles)
Is this like… Finding Waldo but not in stripes? (wink)
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Professor Taboo said:
Did someone tie all their ankles together… now they’re one Big Bird? (winks & sticks tongue out)
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
They practice line dancing every weekend. I caught them warming up. They decided to just wing it in the end.
Hahahahaha.
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Professor Taboo said:
Bwahahaha! There MUST be some lil Texas Chickadees in there then! Cuz “line-dancing”, rodeo-ing, and 2-steppin’ in a NASCAR circuit circle — round & round, nobody knows why(!) — is what we do… when we’re not firing off our AR15’s, FAL’s, MP5’s, and .50-calibers! YEE-HAW!!! (spits tobacco-chew out & down chin)
Hun… I likes how you and your Chickadees wing-it! Where’s the beer and BBQ sauce!? (wink)
P.S. For any who don’t know me… I’m just doing my parody of my native “cowboys”. (gives goofy expression)
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
I knew you were a line dancer!! Hahahaha. Maybe in secret eh? Your favourite song is ”Achy Breaky Heart’ isn’t it? –nods– I’m seeing you as Yosemite Sam now Prof for some reason – not red haired, a bit taller, wearing spurs that would take out any fellow line dancers and sporting a whip rather than guns. Now that’s an image. Hahahaha. It’s your own fault, esme only works with what she’s given and has a fairly off-slant imagination.
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Professor Taboo said:
I’m not sure I should reply to all dat! I might… I mights… oh what’s the darn word(?)… …incarcerate myself(?)… incinerate myself(?)… insinuate myself? Oh HELL! Where was I going with this???
(zips up his tarred lips & winks)
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
It’s an identity parade. All the usual suspects…
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makagutu said:
Hello Esme
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Hello mak.
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makagutu said:
Hope no chicken were hurt while making your suit
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
The very idea!! No, it’s ok, all is well mak, and no esme’s were hurt either.
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makagutu said:
Not all humans, that would be tiring and depressing.
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Ah, but that’s why I said I was not friends to ALL humans. Just some of them. A very select crew of miscreants, saints, sinner and joyful sorts.
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Professor Taboo said:
IMPLICATE!!! myself!
(does the Cotton-eyed Joe in cerebral celebration Upon this Cloud!)
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
By the Gods he got there in the end eh? Hahahaha. Well done that man.
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Professor Taboo said:
My thanks dear Lady. After all the dancin’ and jiggin’ I expected you to slap a last word down like… nauseate-d? (grin)
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
If I tried to have the last word with you Prof, I’d be making a career of it. Hahahahaha.
esme pegging it laughing upon the Cloud
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Walking My Path: Mindful Wanderings in Nature said:
There is a shy one behind the 4th row trying to hide. Might need some encouragement. Or, is that the one who actually took the picture and ran back into its spot?
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
You noticed, I’m impressed! nods. It took hours to get them to stand in one place for the photograph, and even then, as you have noted, they’re looking all over the show.
Hahahahaha.
They follow me round the Cloud in a small bunch constantly, hoping some crumbs from the giant piece of toast I am almost always nibbling will fall to the ground. And that’s despite them having had their dinner. Greedy little sods.
Esme Queen of all Chicks upon the Cloud
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J.B. Whitmore said:
Watch out for those little orange beaks!
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
They’re very good and rarely draw blood I find. – laughs
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Toad said:
Da Peeps done got et…
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Not these few, and anyway chicks don’t get eaten by humans, they need to be larger, however the male chicks are exclusively killed when one day old as they are no use to the industry. Methods of killing include cervical dislocation, asphyxiation by carbon dioxide and some farmers have them minced alive by high speed grinders.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chick_culling
http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/gardening-blog/2014/feb/27/how-ethical-are-your-eggs
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Toad said:
And on that happy note…
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Well, it isn’t a happy situation, but as eating chicks was mentioned it brought said situation to mind. We shouldn’t avoid speaking the truth because it might be considered a bit of a downer.- nods and shrugs. And we all have our passions smiles
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