Back Up Out the Gravesite...

She hath risen again! Hen is back for a major comeback - again!

For the few of you left in my loyal coop, you know this is my longest hiatus by far. It was not planned, and I'm back with nothing profound or dramatic to share. I even have a draft in progress for my grand return - started nearly 2 YEARS AGO. Even 2 years ago, a younger sporadic blogger (me!) knew I'd left you too long. While that draft has some decent giggles you may never see, it's also a fancy list of excuses for an uninspired and out-of-touch writer. Two years later, my coop deserves better!

I Can't Keep Turning 21

Remember my huge comeback article? Me neither, but it's something I wrote recently. After coming back and pecking out a comprehensive guide for America's circus/presidential candidates, I've had another brief absence from Hen articles. It's easy to come back when I have nothing else productive to do. Now that I've found a new short stint of Hens on Ice work, I once again have paying work getting in the way of my volunteer enterprise I call "The Cackling Hen." This bird accepts donations, gifts, and bribes.

Since turning a milestone age that is no longer cool to announce, I've had multiple moments of realizing not only how old I am, but also that I'm acting the part. What happened? While I may or may not be 30 (I'm not; I'm 20-something!), here are some moments I realized I'm truly (not) 30.