We celebrated National Dance Like A Chicken Day today, with much merriment and laughter. Three women made skirts (and vests for husbands where relevant) out of fabric with a chicken pattern. I brought along my Cornelius the Dancing Chicken:

We ate deviled eggs, chicken salad, KFC, etc. I did the Chicken Plucker routine, and sang “Ghost Chickens in the Sky” (with a chorus of cluckers among the people not dancing and with apologies to Deborah Carroll-Jones). I said things like “and you oughta be home with a cluck, cluck, cluck” and substituted “chicken” for virtually every noun in every song. Cecil wanted me to do “Chicken in the morning, chicken in the evening, chicken at supper time”, but I was already doing “Chicken went a courtin'”. In honor of the KFC, I did the Grand Colonel Spin. I’ll bet you all could come with lots of different ideas for chicken-themed songs…let me know.

Speaking of dancing chickens, here’s a Wall Street Journal article about the Chicken Dance.

The Chicken Dance’s secret weapon: It gets even the klutziest wallflower out on the dance floor, because it makes everyone look equally silly.