The sprinklers were sprinkling, the sun was up, the breeze cool. I was tending to something when Frank said “There’s a chicken in the yard.”
I looked out and there was a nice looking white chicken walking up and down the little drive.
This show is mellower, though the bitching is still part of Roseanne’s natural expression. She and her extended family — son, daughter, grandkids, and Roseanne’s live-in musician boyfriend interact on a cool macadamia nut farm in Hawaii.
Roseanne’s Nuts also has visiting royalty, aka the soulful, funky Bonnie Bramlett, and laid back native Hawaiian neighbors/musicians who perform little narrative tunes in between segments none of which are too loaded with important content. Johnny Argent, the beau, keeps the chickens. They are his pets/pet project.
I would like to have chickens but I don’t think the landlord would dig a lawn dotted with little chicken domiciles.