Mother Goose and Grimm by Mike Peters for March 24, 2025

So it turns out Goose has been a Chicken all this time.

A true tale you may have heard from me before: When my daughter was at her out-of-town university, she stayed with my parents. She reports that the day would often begin with a scream from the bathroom. Running to help, she would find her grandmother staring in disbelief at the mirror.

The hens should be doing the screaming, not the roosters.

Screaming doesn’t make me feel better but laughing does. So when I get up in the morning and look in the mirror I shake my head and laugh, because what can you do about it?

And the vultures circle overhead.

You are lovely to see, Mother Goose.

My parents moved out of the suburbs and tried free range chickens one year and instead of roosting in the coop, the chickens preferred to roost in a young spruce near the kitchen door. One night, my brother who brought a cooler filled with beer (left outside the kitchen door) stayed the night and became quite agitated that the rooster wouldn’t stop crowing even after 1 in the morning. I heard him get up and yell at the chickens to shut up more than once which woke me out of bed – so I went downstairs and turned off the outdoor kitchen floodlight and went back to sleep.

The rooster stopped crowing.

They scream for another reason as well.

They forgot how to crow.

She’s a goose herself. When she hears a rooster scream in the morning it’s “HOW MUCH DID I DRINK LAST NIGHT?!?”

Foghorn Leghorn: I’m just a loud-mouthed schnook lol

“Older”??? Hahahaha! Doesn’t she realize she’s in a comic-strip?

When my mother was in her 70’s, she told me she looked in the mirror each morning and said, “Oh, my, you’re an ugly b…h.” I’m now in my 70’s, and I know what she meant!