Why did the chicken...

....cross the road?

Because it was in Antony Worrall Thompson's pocket. (Allegedly.....)

Sorry, I know that's a terrible (old) joke, but it still makes me laugh.

These chooks reminded me of a conversation I recently had with my babies, Logan and Sadie.

We were feeding the chickens, and they were making a hell of a racket (the birds, not the children.)

So I said something along the lines of 'Listen to all that clucking.'

And Logan (who is only seven, for goodness sake) replied. 'That's onomatopoeia you know.'

Well, I nearly fell over. My gob was well and truly smacked, and I wondered if I'd heard him correctly. So I asked. 'It's what? Say that again?'

At which, Sadie (five in human years, but about seventy in whatever alien world she comes from) sighed heavily at my obvious stupidity, and clarified things.

'He was telling you about the word 'clucking.' she said. 'It's automatic pear.'

Ah....obviously.