Come Saturday mornings.

Saturday was shopping day in East L. A. Shopping day for our Okie family. I can vividly remember pressing my six-year-old Okie nose and curious fingers up against the cold display glass. Glass in front of the butcher counter shielding cuts of meat away from others and including myself. Keeping cold in the display caseContinue reading “Come Saturday mornings.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer. Chap 9.

Being a Chicken Whisperer that wears glasses I am often speckling up my lenses. I hate to stop and clean my lenses. It’s troublesome. I have to go inside and hold them under running warm water and moosh in some hand soap. Then rinse them off and dry them off. So to say the leastContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer. Chap 9.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 8

Let me know if you know how to hypnotize a chicken. Just raise your hand if you do. It’s not easy. It’s a combination of laying on of hands and having a strong will. The chicken needs to know you are completely in charge. A steady unwavering gaze into the chicken’s eye and steady whisperingContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 8”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 7.

My oldest sister said I look like a miniature bookkeeper with my wire rim glasses. She said all I need is a green eye shade. I hate my glasses. I just don’t know how many pairs of glasses I broke. Broken while pushing and shoving. Wrestling and fist fights at school or at church. ButContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 7.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 5

You wouldn’t believe the work it takes being a Chicken Whisperer. It’s all hands on and gets pretty nasty. Lots of chicken leg holding and handling. Necessitating washing of hands. And again I do this because my mom wants me to wear these fribbing glasses. Which has changed my plans wanting to be a singingContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 5”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer, chap 3.

To remind you once again I am the Chicken Whisperer. I’d rather be Sky King but I wear glasses. Sky King doesn’t wear glasses. Howdy Dooty doesn’t wear glasses. The Creature from the Black Lagoon doesn’t wear glasses. Never the less, I am Overlord and Sovereign of the chicken yard located behind our backyard. SoContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer, chap 3.”

Little House on the Avenue.

We six lived in a smallish two bedroom house in East L A. There were a Ma and a Pa and we four kids. Living in a house of about 740-square feet. Teeny tiny for sure. How did we do that back then? I was born shortly after my folks bought this post Spanish colonialContinue reading “Little House on the Avenue.”

Butchy the chicken whisperer, chap 2

I didn’t become a chicken whisperer just by ordinary means. No sir! It first starts by knowing how to hypnotize a chicken. Not an easy thing to do while wearing wire rim glasses. It takes practice and a willingness to get one’s hands dirty. Try holding a 12-pound Rhode Island Red by its feet. IContinue reading “Butchy the chicken whisperer, chap 2”

The first in a series. Butchy the Chicken Whisperer.

Butchy the chicken whisperer He doesn’t like to compare himself to Harry Potter but Butchy the chicken whisperer has mesmerizing powers over his following of chickens. Three in all. All Rhode Island Reds named Manny, Moe, and Jack. A trio of cluckers who think they have special divining powers to find buried treasures. After allContinue reading “The first in a series. Butchy the Chicken Whisperer.”

They were like a family pet but laid eggs.

We had a backyard full of chickens.  Dozens and dozens of hens and a few roosters.  All behind our little adobe house in East Los Angeles.  It’s what Okies did in the big city 1952.  So we had eggs.  So we had fried chicken after church on Sunday.  The main beneficiaries from chicken droppings wereContinue reading “They were like a family pet but laid eggs.”