(That title should be read in the voice of Foghorn Leghorn)
You never know what you’ll hear on the other end of a 9-1-1 call. Here’s one I took the other night.

Now, this came in from a disconnected cell phone, so there was no way to pin-point it’s location, and no way to call it back.
Fortunately, these chickens sounded Code 4 (no assistance needed) to my ear, so I’m not real concerned about their status. (the voices you hear are background noises in the dispatch center, picked up when I transferred the recording to my phone. The call was only clucking.)
When I was a kid, we raised some chickens, and I learned the difference between contented clucking, and panic clucking. This sounds like contented clucking, to me.
This was a first. I’ve never taken a 9-1-1 call, even an accidental one, from a chicken before. I’ve heard stories of cats and dogs calling 9-1-1 during actual emergencies, but I haven’t experienced that. Maybe that’s something for the future.
Cluck cluck.
Oh my… Rolland from Ghana wants to be my friend.
Really, George. Solo shot first. We have it on video tape.

From the Archives: 2/26/2008 – On Coming Out To Friends: One stays, one goes
August 21, 2012
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February 2008
Just when you think you have it figured out…
I was sitting at Denny’s recently, trying not to listen to a group at a nearby table gossiping about some of their friends and the trials and tribulations they were going through, when I started thinking about two friends of mine. Each reacted to my coming out differently, and I had thought I knew how things would go when they found out. Boy, was I ever wrong.
Dennis and I met in Mrs.
York’sNorcross’* 6th grade class, way back in 1968. We have been ‘best friends’ ever since, with only a few years of not much contact when Dennis became a born again Christian at about age 18. Since I had been sure that I was an atheist since about the time we met, I thought this would be the end of our friendship. While we went several years with only sporadic contact, we eventually became close again. Over the years, Dennis attended several religious colleges, and graduated from the Fuller Seminary in Pasadena. My ‘best friend’ was a Southern Baptist minister! I often tell people that I may be one of the only atheists around with his own minister!Don and I met in high school. We became fast friends pretty quickly, and ran around a lot during our school years.
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