The Chickens Come Home to Roost

So the other day I was getting dressed, (so practically in my nuticals), and because I was up high, reasonably far from the sidewalk and behind three columnar oak trees (the bay window of my bedroom is too, I don't just fly around bare assed) I had my blinds open so I could enjoy the great outdoors when something unpleasant and well downright scary happened! Two mourning doves- the cooing type of chicken flew up on the sill just outside my window and started, well walking around on their little feet and making googly eyes  at one another.

taken from inside- my actual sill

OK, I know they are not chicken chickens but to me most semi-domestic or urban birds, chicken size (or sometimes bigger) & colour are chickens, whether they are pigeons, doves or ostriches- to me are chickens and they are, quite frankly, not welcome in my world. I love the cute little birds- the chickadee dee dee dees, the nut hatches ( the red breasted kind on account of their bandito mask- so cool), the cardinals, the gold finches, the hummingbirds with their ability to fly in one spot-awesome, even the hoo hoo hooter owls-which I have seen out in the wild- magical really) oh and I 'm sure there are more but these big birds that fly around your head and want to peck your eyes out ( a la Al Hitchcock- ya he knew) well get them away from me. ( Let's not even talk about seagulls- the worst and most heinous chicken there is-  they really will peck your eyes out-  I'm not even kidding, and they eat garbage dontchaknow?)

Well these 2 chickens were sitting there, pretty as you please, and even when I walked up ( me inside of course and them outside on the sill) and shooed them away did they fly away like good little chickens- NO! do you mind chickens? this is my house and my sill! Don't you have a wire or an inner city street or something to hang out on?

I started thinking- hey are these chickens going to roost here? (surely not ), which of course led me to think of the expression "The Chickens have come home to roost" which made me wonder about how that expression every came to be. And so going to trusty Mr. Google and World Wide Words, I discovered "The older fuller form was curses are like chickens; they always come home to roost, meaning that your offensive words or actions are likely at some point to rebound on you."

AHA! I knew it- yes curses are like chickens and chickens are like curses- it all makes so much sense.