I appreciate the kudos for my domesticity, thank you all. Meanwhile, I am discovering that it’s actually easier to cook and sew and do laundry than to write. I am reconsidering my fantasy career goals.
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When we left the rooster story, Mel and Del The Auxiliary Roosters had come home to roost, as chickens always will. That’s not just a saying. Rick and I were amused and relieved at finding the boys trying to break into our coop. We were glad they hadn’t been eaten by coyotes, and it was [...]
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That last straggler through the automatic chicken door was Gertie, who has proclaimed herself Favorite Chicken. They all swirl around when I step into the coop, but while the others run after scattered treats, Gert hangs out until I pick her up for a neck scritch. I don’t know whether she is slow, sweet, or [...]
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I was saying to BFF Susan the other night, “I’ve been working like . . .” and she said a mouthful. “Like a farm animal.” Amen, sister! I have been planting up a storm. OK, maybe that doesn’t look like a lot of planting to you, but I had to do a lot of planting [...]
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And then I have the fleeting thought, “Mmmmmmaybe not so major to them as to me,” but then again, I reject that thought as plain old Stinkin Thinkin. Because I know that there is hardly anything more important than the fact that my brilliant chickens have now put themselves to bed FOUR nights in a [...]
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If this were a South Park episode, at the end of it Stan might ask, “What have we learned today?” and I would say, this is what I learned: I would rather screw than hammer (and who wouldn’t?). Those cartoons about people hammering their thumb instead of a nail? Not cool. And not funny. I [...]
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So all day long for the past three days I have been working on the chicken coop while the girls (and boys) hang around at my feet. I know what you are thinking. You are thinking, “But I thought Bjorn (Not His Real Name) built that coop already?” Well, yes, he did. But I had [...]
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