punxsutawney-phil

Daisy the chicken: Who goes there?

Groundhog: Why, hello there! Punxsutawney Phil here.

Daisy the chicken: Oh my goodness! (Gets star struck and faints).

Groundhog: Hello? Chicken, are you okay? (Pokes Daisy with his snout a couple of times). Oopsie. I think I scared her. To tell you the truth my friends, I am NOT Punxsutawney Phil (hee hee). I was jesting (continues poking and nursing the fainted chicken). I decided to blog here in order to put the common misconception to rest. I read that Daisy the chicken mentioned in her last blog that Punxsutawney Phil bit a mayor’s ear. However, this is false.

Allow me to elaborate. I am the biggest fan of Punxsutawney Phil. He has worked tirelessly to elevate us groundhogs to stardom. He has befriended many a mayors despite being in an extremely groggy state when he is unceremoniously yanked out of his safe spot every February to predict the onset of spring. Now before you dismiss this achievement, realize that this means he has to adjust to a whole different body temperature in minutes and then actually hold a conversation with a human. And boy, has Phil delivered! Not only has he predicted the arrival of spring with super high accuracy (he is correct a whopping 39% of the time), but also at his current age of 138 years he has outlived generations of groundhogs ( to the uninformed, our lifespan is 6 years). Yes, my friends, ol’ Phil from Punxsutawney, PA is your regular Groundhog God! (Licks chicken beak a few times to revive her).

“What about Daisy’s claim that Phil bit the mayor’s ear”, you may ask. As it turns out, the groundhog who did this is a cheap Phil wannabe. This was actually Jimmy, an “official” (smirk) groundhog of Sun Priarie, Wisconsin. Well folks. You get what you pay for. If you are going to ask some random groundhog about the weather, the said groundhog will do exactly what most of us mortals would do in that situation. We would try to rip away the offending object between us and our hibernation bed. Jimmy isn’t wrong. He just isn’t Phil. He just isn’t groundhog God. So, please, kindly stop associating paparazzi rumors with our Phil the great, who is now back in his cozy hole in Punxsutawney, PA.

Daisy the chicken: Opens eyes and stares. Wait, what?! So you are not Punxsutawney Phil? Ladies! Intruder! Attack!!

Kylo Ren the dog: I don’t know about that. I haven’t seen my junkyard girlfriend for ages. When I do see her, she just snarls at me and hides under the truck. I guess she has broken up with me. But don’t you feel bad for me. I think I am safer this way. She looks so mad at me that I am afraid that she will break my skull. A broken heart is infinitely preferable.

Coming to my wife, she doesn’t show me much love these days. Although she has stopped snarling at me lately. She gets bored mid-snarl and wants to nap.

So I am back to being a merry old bachelor. That could be a bad thing. But I have Leena in my corner and she is determined that I show my best side to the ladies. She made me a bow! Take a look at my picture below. Don’t I look handsome?!

In other news from these parts, Leena decided to read a story to us dogs the other evening. Guess which book she picked?! It was one written by my own paws. It was a compilation of all the animal blogs from last year! Leena sat with us and read the stories. I was so happy to remember all the wonderful things we had done last year. But the most fun part was when our names came up in the stories. Leena would call our names out loud. I would pick up my ears and intently listen to all that she had to say about me. It was one of the most relaxing evenings of my life. I fell asleep sucking my paw.

Rosie the dog: Love in the air? It most certainly is. I am so in love with my Papa. I have intensified my yowls. As soon as he comes in a room, I yowl and drag myself to him. But if he tries to cuddle up, I drag myself away. It’s called playing hard to get, and I excel in that game!

Tanya has been showing some extra love to me these days. She was massaging my back the other day. At first I loved it, but after sometime I yowled her away. She is sitting with me a lot these days too. Hmph. About time! Yes, my husband Kylo Ren speaks the truth. Leena did read to us. At first I made a noisy din to drown out her voice. But when I heard her reading out my name, I calmed down and fell asleep. Ah, bliss.

Daisy the chicken: Love is certainly in the air. The girls caught me cuddling against Rosie in the front yard today. They ran to tell their mom. Of course, as usual they didn’t catch on to the real story. I was pretend cuddling with her so that my beak got close to her food. I helped myself to a belly full of her meal. Heh heh.

We chickens have been exploring the yard a lot these days. We inevitably end up in the mud room in hopes of some food. The other day Kylo escaped and almost turned us into food! I think he is still seeking revenge from our heist where we had tied him up. We better watch out.

Now that spring is coming (according to Punxsutawney Phil, the famous groundhog who once bit a mayor’s ear, haha), we have been laying eggs. We have been trying to hide them in new nesting spots to escape the human eye. But they always discover our stash. Our plan is to keep trying. Wish us luck my friends. Lots of love from the animals at the Elf land.