Chicken Trauma

Yesterday’s post bothered me a bit as I didn’t get a picture from Amy of Mick’s awesome Cherry Bomb Chicken.  I was going to let this slide but then remembered the other time Amy forgot to take a picture was of Mick’s Marmalade and Dijon Chicken wings (or I as like to call them “the Greatest Chicken wings ever!”) .  Two amazing chicken dishes and two missing photos, I was starting to think something was up with Amy and chicken.

I need to get to the bottom of this so I called Amy’s mom and asked if Amy has any issues with chicken.

“Wow, she still isn’t over Clucky…” her mom sighed in response to my query.

“Clucky?” I asked in a confused tone.

“Yeah, Clucky was our family’s pet chicken when Amy was growing up.  She was a delightful pet, so playful but yet well behaved, just a joy to be around…. I still miss her.”

“OK a pet chicken, cool.  But what was Amy’s problem with Clucky?” I probed determined to get to the bottom of this fowl mystery.

“I suppose it was our fault… Clucky was just so much fun to be around and the family probably paid more attention to it than we did to Amy and she began to resent the chicken.  It got really bad in the Christmas of 1986… Amy was down with Chicken pox, which of course she blamed Clucky for and we had booked family photos.  Every year we would get photos done and have Christmas cards made up from the photos.  So we took Clucky in her place and the Christmas cards turned out awesome.  Amy was really mad that we replaced her with a chicken.” 

“So what happened after that?”

“Things went downhill; Amy and Clucky were always fighting with each other.  I can’t count the number of times I caught Amy choking the chicken.   It got so bad we knew one of them had to go, but we really loved Clucky and well, as Amy was our daughter so I guess we had to keep her but we just couldn’t bring ourselves to get rid of Clucky.”

“So what happened in the end?” I asked.

“In January of 87, there was a big snow storm and in the confusion Clucky somehow got out in the front yard and got run over by a snow plow.  To this day I still wonder, ‘Why, WHY DID THAT CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD’!”

At this point Amy’s mom was quite upset so I thanked her for her time and let her go.

So at least now I know why Amy ‘forgot’ to take a picture of Mick’s Cherry Bomb chicken…

Cheers!

Mark