Trip to the West - July 13th

Day 9 – I was on unhappy bird when I woke up in the morning. My dreams were filled will unbathed-in waters, unsoared-at cliffs, unsniffed chipmunks. I’ll show them, these humans called “Ellen, Kathy and John”. The wrath of nature will descend upon them. Come, my fine-feathered friends! No sounds of wings flapping. Fine. Come crashing down from cliffs on high, oh Mother Earth! A car went whizzing by on the road outside the campground. Mother Nature, are you there? Silence. FINE!! I’ll call back later. But I ask you to smite these stupid humans! Soon I got in the car (OK, fine! I was put in the car) and off we went to Bryce Canyon.

But before Bryce Canyon, we went through Red Rock Canyon.

And they meant red! If the sun had been out in full force, we would’ve been blinded by the bluffs! I even got to peck at a tunnel! But we had a canyon named Bruce to envision, so no dawdling for us!

John had been waxing poetic about Bryce Canyon, saying how wonderful it would be.

He could only hope it was a pretty as Zion. I gave him the evil eye. I hope your eyes get struck lighting, I thought as we came to the canyon‘s edge. Nothing to see here – just some trees and some red rocks. Then we rounded the corner. It was like a tie-dye T-shirt had exploded in the canyon. All sorts of crazy rock formations and shades or red and orange filled the vista. Ellen decided to hike a trail into the bottom of the canyon for just a few minutes. Two hours later, she was regaling us with tales of rocks down below. It was glorious day. And there was more of the rim to see!

Next was a natural rock bridge. I tried to squeeze into it, but my wing was too big.

Then we went to Ponderosa Point, where I met up with Crazy Crandall Crow. He wasn’t very talkative; I think he was exhausted from his long flight. I told him to say “Hi” to the murder.

Finally, after driving through some ice pellets (John said it was hail, but I thought the whole was just like heaven), we stopped for one last photo. Ellen was the only one around, which was good, since she is my favorite. The red dress at Sven’s place did it for me! BAWK-BAWK!

After lusting after Wanda, we headed back to camp. I was a much happier chicken after my excursion to Bryce Canyon. They actually included me! And the cared so much, they surprised me with a pond in the tent for me. How sweet! Wait! Why are you getting rid of the water? Stop the bucket brigade! Well, they didn’t stop. At least they didn’t throw me out with the tent water. Sweet dreams, Mother Nature, I thought as I drifted off to sleep. You can be nice to them now.