Remember when I did my laundry? Remember how I won that Chickenhawk from Looney Toons in the claw machine? Well I got him as a gift for someone, but never got around to giving it. In the meantime, I decided to show you how much of an asset he's become in daily life. I surely haven't captured everything (and no, Kyle, not that) that he can do, but hopefully you'll start to appreciate the long-forgotten character of the Chickenhawk a little bit more when you see that he's hanging out with me. After all, my presense has sold hot sauce in the past.

I just got 21 Jumpstreet Season 3 on DVD. The Chickenhawk thinks Richard Greco is a "dream boat"
so I let him watch a few episodes. This show absolutely rules the world of television.

The Chickenhawk sleeps a lot, but it's cool. Here he is crashing on the couch, because sleeping
with a chickenhawk would alarm the neighbors. Oh, and the a-hole landlord? He called
the Chickenhawk a doll. What is that? Ass. Stuffed Animal. Philistines.

Chickenhawks play great defense. Here he is after getting a little 'caught up' in the game.

The Chickenhawk can cook too. Today's meal was carrots and noodles. I took over after
he got a little too close to the flame. You know, those birds can get into trouble sometimes.

When work gets too hard to handle, I let the Chickenhawk answer kids' problems
with WebCT. He's pretty knowledgable, and a damn good typist for no fingers.
Chicken fingers... yum... sorry!

Of course, the Chickenhawk can sleep on the job, but I can't. He's lucky this is the in-box or
he could've woken up in another office! How cool is it that a few tissues can make your pillow too?

That's what I call two peas in a pod. Of course the Chickenhawk doesn't belong with me,
I realize that, and if he ever finds his way home, I'll gladly set him free.