“I say.. I say… dial 9-1-1, son. Quickly, now…”

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(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.

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What he’s really thinking…

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