Many of you remember our hiking chicken from last year, Giblet and have asked if he will accompany us on our hike this year. Giblet was very glad to get home from the trail last year, after all, she had to wade naked through chest deep snow in the Smoky Mountains, stand on her head in Tennessee and was upset that we dangled her over the edge of Fontana Dam.
When we started getting ready for the hike this year we decided Giblet must be hiding from us because we couldn't find her anywhere. A little research determined that she was last seen heading south, trying to quack, flapping her wings, and wondering why she wasn't evolving into a duck. After all, who ever heard of a hiking duck?
She needs to be worried though. In the resturant today at the Cabelas store in Nebraska we were sitting out a snow storm. (Entertainment is hard to come by in Sidney, Nebraska.) Jen went by the hot food bar and they had hot wings for sale. They were not labeled buffalo wings, or even chiken wings, they were duck wings. Just to be sure, Jen asked, are those really duck wings? The attendant assured her they were from authentic ducks.
If they start taking their wings, ducks will have to start hiking.
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