Texas and Southern US saying, “That dog don’t hunt.” Meaning: This idea or excuse won’t work, this thing doesn’t work correctly. The expression originated in the American South, where dogs are commonly used to hunt. Also put as “that old dog won’t hunt.” It originated in the late 1800s. – according to The Web.

Evolution kills… note the chicken at the end.

Tales From the RV Park: The chickens that don’t lay eggs

A neighbor with a stick-and-brick (that’s full-time RVer lingo for “house”) went on vacation. He asked me to take care of his chickens and barn kitties. (“Barn kitty” or “barn cat” is country lingo for cats that live outside your country house to help keep down the rodent and snake populations. They’re fed some kibbles, but generally not treated like a revered pet. Sometimes they’re socialized, but not usually allowed inside the main house.) 

Actually, my neighbor didn’t care so much about the barn kitties (welcome to the south), but he did care about the chickens (again, welcome to the south). The chickens that don’t lay eggs.

“Do we LOOK like we lay eggs? Yeah, we fooled the guy who bought us, too.”

There are eight hens and one rooster. Eight of them are physically capable of laying eggs. Five of the hens are old enough – over seven months – but they don’t lay eggs. There’s got to be something wrong with them.

I told my neighbor we ought to squeeze them, just a little… Maybe they just need a little help getting the first egg out, right? We’d start at their neck and kind of squeeze while moving toward the tail, like you’re squeezing an icing decorating bag. I’m sure we’d get an egg out of one of them.

He didn’t think we should try it. So much for encouraging me to think outside the box.

“I don’t like to lay eggs, I like to escape.”

So then I left a golf ball in one of the nests, like a little round, white hint for the chickens. A little hint that says, “The round white things go here.” The chickens will see this and think, “Oh! So that’s where the eggs go!” Right, I thought that was great logic, too!

See? Looks just like an egg!

The egg golf ball briefly fooled my friend, too, but not the chickens. Sadly, he didn’t lay an egg, either. But he didn’t take the egg golf ball out, so he must see the immense wisdom in my logic. Or he’s willing to try anything to get the chickens to lay an egg. Any day now, I’m sure he’ll start considering my excellent plan to gently squeeze the eggs out of them. You laugh now, but it could work.

On the road again…

I’m on the move again, back across Texas. *sigh* Someday I will go somewhere that isn’t still in Texas. 

But it is a nice area sort of outside of Hill Country, and a newish town for me. Plus, I have several friends nearby. I’ve already written about it, so I don’t know if there will be anything new to report. Hopefully I’ll get some more good and funny Tales From the RV Park.

If all goes as planned, I’ll be there a couple of months, and then will head to the Texas coast for the winter and holidays. Hopefully, Pye will ride inside the RV this time and like it. I can’t wait to see the ocean again! It’s been too long. This gal need some serious island time and there’s nothing better than spending holidays surrounded by palm trees.