Birdbrains by Thom Bluemel for February 27, 2010

Fried, baked, or fricasseed?

Of course he has to be a big chicken about it.

Where’s the chaplain?

Did he have his last meal?

The way he’s shaking it must have been popcorn.

The Green Mile.

Poor chicken’s about to squat himself.

Pressure cooked Chicken Al Le Carte.

Is that Rocky Sullivan? I heard he turned yellow but…

It’s the guillotine for chicken! Chop! Chop!

Back in your coops. Nothing to see here.

Once again a poorly hatched plan leads to a recipe for disaster.

This is where the bad eggs end up.

That better not be my chicken! (I get first dibs on the hat!)

The green eggs and ham mile?

They had the munchies, so they copped a chicken.

Good Morning Thom and All

If the light bulbs start blowing out, you got to worry about killing one of God’s miracles. If not, you got to have a really nice coating of bread crumbs and buttermilk.

Save me a drumstick, please.

Good Evening Lonewolf!

Those are quite some beaks on those guards. Chicken don’t lose your head!

Good Evening Luv H8

“What about the last meal?” “You ARE the last meal!”

I am offended that the Supreme ruler of this strip has not made an appearance yet! Maybe he is tied up! I’m still offended! Love ya Thom