Write about your day.
It was early in the day and I was collecting stationery, stamps, and a decent pen to write a letter to my in-laws when I heard the neighbor's chickens. At least two of them were sounding, and it was loud. So loud that I stopped to peek out the kitchen window to be sure they were safe inside the coop.
When I settled in to write, I wrote about the chickens:
The neighbor's chickens are squawking. The chicken coop sits on the low end of the backyard just over the property line and we can see them from the back porch.
We like to sit on the porch and watch them — we call it chicken TV.
One chicken goes in the coop, they all go in. One comes out, they all come out. And peck, peck, peck. There's Ziggy (the hen with orange feathers), and Jimmy (the speckled one), and three others, and they spend a good part of the day circling in and out of the coop. Peck, peck, pecking. In and out, in and out, peck, peck, peck.
And when they lay eggs, they squawk. One echoing the other. One egg, squaawk; two eggs, squaaawk, squawk; then all together--SQUAAWK, SQUAAAWK, SQUAAAWK!
When I finished, I realized the chickens not only proved good fodder for letter writing, it was also a short exercise in descriptive writing. And the chicken letter was a big hit, it gave us plenty to talk and laugh about when we visited a few weeks later.
And that's something to squawk about.