I wonder if mankind will ever grow out of its tribal nature. I would be willing to bet that it won’t happen in the foreseeable future. And a tribe doesn’t work when everybody’s a leader, so it only makes evolutionary sense that most people have a tendency to follow and, in a way, to behave as a flock. I’m sure it’s the same thing for chickens!
Merry Christmas everybody! Or shall I say Happy Holidays? I personally have never met anybody who was offended by either. It’s one of those subjects that I only ever read about and can never quite fathom if it really is an issue for some people or not.
Anyway, while my brother temporarily resides in what seems to be the Pakistani part of Sydney, where it’s midsummer right now, and thus is doubly challenged with getting into the Christmas spirit, here in Austria things are getting more and more festive by the hour. I am really looking forward to the big family gathering tomorrow, the people, the food, the singing and to witness the little folk’s eyes light up when they see the Christmas tree. Closely followed by drowning in gift wrapping paper.
That is, if everything goes according to plan. Just ten minutes ago, our younger son threw up all over the kitchen. I hear there’s a stomach bug making the rounds, which apparently made it its mission to create suspense for the children and the parents! Yay! Exciting!
Well, we’ll hope for the best. And I hope you’re having a wonderful Christmas, wherever you are and whatever you wish for, be it excitement, serenity, a feeling of belonging, or simply to survive! Have a big feathered hug from the chicken coop to start!
This is another of my personal favorite strips. When I was the chief pilot I couldn’t help but cringe every time the FAA inspector called. It wasn’t usually for the reasons they call Chuck and the guy was really nice, but it typically meant more work for me in some form or another. Like every pilot all I really wanted to do is just to go out and fly and not deal with rules and regulations and the associated paperwork. So maybe the “flight” response is more natural for a pilot? As in “Tell the POI, I’m out flying and I’ll call him back!” HAHA!
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And the “Rat Saga” goes on. Looking at all your posts from earlier this week it seems to me that snakes are almost a bigger problem than rats. EEEK! I have never had one in the hangar or inside an aircraft but I did almost get bit by a rattler in Nevada when I was reaching underneath the helicopter to unhook the Bambi bucket. It had curled up on the control head of the bucket in the shade underneath the aircraft and was only inches away from my hand. Never rattled actually, just lunged. It did occur to me that I wasn’t sure who would fly ME out of the desert if I was bitten. We were in the middle of nowhere. Believe me, I was way more vigilant for the remainder of the season. After all that is yet another thing they don’t teach you in flight school …
I am actually not sure we have had Chuck and Julio encounter snakes yet. But it does seem like there might be some potential for a comical situation if they do. Any ideas?
When I first started flying Skycranes, our training captains all needed to fill out a little report card on “the new kids” after each shift so the office could see how we were are doing in the field. I really didn’t know anybody at the company yet and how exactly it would be to work there. So here I am at my new job, flying with a new training captain who I just met, getting my first “report card” filled out. At the time I didn’t know that he was a really nice guy, great pilot, yet with a very twisted sense of humor. I was sitting next to him as he is writing away on his paperwork looking very concentrated and focused. Suddenly he looks up and with a serious and straight face looked me in the eye asking, “hey is ‘f**ed up’ one word or is it hyphenated?”. My heart dropped. I just started I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. Turned out he was just joking and I did pretty good on my first shift, but he really had me there for a few moments. And of course everything that happens to me, somehow also seems to happen to Chuck, HAHA. We just had to change the words around a little since we try to stay away from the typical utility pilot language in our strip.
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In the real life version of this strip I was sitting in the office with the real Nobu talking about the accident history on one of our pilots while setting up our new safety manual. Some of you might know that I was involved in a helicopter crash many years ago before the invention of Chuck and his friends. I asked Nobu “Have you ever had an accident?”
“Just one” he said.
“Oh yeah? What happened?”
“I accidentally became Director of Operations here.”
And just like that another Chicken Wings comic was written….
It’s always good to be prepared! And Chuck seems to have learned his lesson from the day he broke his glasses. But, all jokes aside, I’m sure some of you have replacement sunglasses stacked away somewhere, right?
I, for one, would really like to hear those screams. Not because I wish any harm upon Chuck or Carl from the FAA, but out of a purely scientific interest if screaming like a little girl is actually possible for grown ups. Because the screams of little girls can be bone-chilling, eardrum-crushing and permanent-hearing-loss-causing indeed!
Here is some interesting trivia that I stumbled across recently, that is only slightly related to todays comic strip. You know, whenever somebody wants to make English sound old in a cartoon or movie, they use “Y” instead of “th”, e.g. in “Ye Olde Shoppe”. I always thought that that was because they really pronounced it as a “Y” back then, but nay! It actually turns out that, in the old days, there was an additional letter, called “Thorn”, which came from the Nordic languages and was pronounced “th”. It looks like a combination of a small p and b: þ. But the first printing type fonts were imported to England from Germany and Italy and didn’t contain that letter, so it they used the “Y” instead. Interesting, huh?
Seems like Chuck has passed! Well, obviously he can’t be that bad of a pilot after all, or the FAA would have pulled his license long ago.
And thanks again Drew for the idea!