Last Friday I posed the chicken lips question. Sorry to report, I haven’t come up with a definitive answer. But so far, my research has turned up some most interesting responses:
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	<li>a <a href="http://friedchickenlips.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Fried Chicken Lips blog</a> that reviews restaurants in Georgia.</li>
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<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/chicken-blog.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1045 aligncenter" title="chicken blog" src="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/chicken-blog.jpg?w=118" alt="" width="118" height="150" /></a></p>

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	<li><a href="http://www.chickenlips.com/" target="_blank"><em>Chicken Lips'</em> </a>-- a World Humor Comedy Theater which presents customized music and comedy performances for businesses, associations, and private events.</li>
	<li>a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicken_Lips_(band)" target="_blank">Stafford, England dance band</a> named Chicken Lips</li>
	<li><a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=%26%2365279%3Bdo%20chickens%20have%20lips%3F" target="_blank">Urban Dictionary</a> declares the question a nonsense retort to a stupid or rhetorical question</li>
	<li><a href="http://forum.wordreference.com/showthread.php?t=1861847" target="_blank">WordReference.com</a> has an entire thread on the question… (Caution some of the language is a bit over the top and may be inappropriate to you.)</li>
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Nothing about the anatomy of a chicken. Never fear, the chicken wrangler and I will continue our search and report.

[caption id="attachment_1048" align="aligncenter" width="199"]<a href="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/riley-with-hen1.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1048" title="riley with hen" src="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/riley-with-hen1.jpg?w=199" alt="" width="199" height="300" /></a> "Hey, Hen. Do you have lips?"[/caption]

Meanwhile, I'll share another series of emails from the Miller Farm. These are all about feeding the chickens.

From Sara – the Miller Farm chicken wrangler:

<em>I was checking on the chicken yesterday after a couple of days of bad weather. I decided to give them some grass. This means clipping grass from the backyard with hand clippers (an action which the neighbors find a bit strange) and tossing the clippings over the fence to the chickens. </em><em> </em>

<em>Since they have eaten the chicken yard grass down to the dirt, they are most appreciative of any clippings they can get.  </em><em> </em>

<em>So I'm kneeling on the ground, clipping grass and I looked up to see three of our five dogs eating </em><em>grass.  </em>

<em>This made me wonder - is being a chicken contagious? Or does grass really taste that good?</em>

What happens with these email conversations is that the whole family chimes in. Each tries to outdo the other.

Here’s how her sister responsed – who happens to be my cover designer extraordinaire (if you don’t believe me check out <a href="http://judythewriter.wordpress.com/my-books/" target="_blank">my books page</a>)

<em>Silly dogs!! Grass is for chickens!!!  </em><em>Finding your children or spouse eating grass now THAT would be problematic to be sure...
</em>
A reasonable response. I waited to see what email came in next. Then the chicken wrangler’s father responded:

<em>“Be careful with dogs and chickens and grass. You could end up with <strong>pooched</strong> eggs!”</em>

Couldn't top that. I didn't try. Next day Sara’s email continued the tale of chickens and grass…

<em>So I went out to check on the chickens and cut some grass for them this morning. I noticed their feeder was almost empty - again. I told them they were eating like pigs. </em><em> </em>

<em>That made me wonder - do we need to consider the chicken we eat as pork?</em>

<em> That would give a whole new meaning to the phrase "the other white meat."</em><em> </em>

No responses. Perhaps, like our meal conversations, everyone was laughing too hard. Or thinking too hard!

It’s Labor Day weekend. Last holiday of Summer 2012. A time when we celebrate with parties, parades and athletic events. A time for cookouts and lazin' around and grillin' whichever “white” meat you prefer. Be safe and enjoy.

Thanks for dropping by the porch today, folks. I hope we started your holiday with a grin or two.