Two weeks ago, the chicks looked like this:
Tonight they look like this:
When they stretch their chickeny little necks up, they are taller than the waterer and feeder.I did not expect them to grow so fast.
Today has been an entire day of things I did not expect. One thing after another happened and every one of them was an unexpected event. None of it was tragic but none of it was what you'd call a happy surprise, either.
But that's life.
And it's ending in an unexpected way, too. Mr. Moon, usually home on Tuesday night after a long, long day at auction and then a drive home from Orlando, had to stop and get a room because the car he's driving has four bad tires which MUST be replaced in Tallahassee and he was having to drive thirty-five miles an hour and ever Mr. Moon must stop and rest at some point.
And here I am, eleven o'clock at night and still wearing Natasha's make-up (there was a dress rehearsal tonight) and I need to go take a shower and get into my bed. I am so grateful to have little Zeke to sleep with. He provides just enough cuddling to make me happy. When I'm not at home, sleeping in a bed not my own, I stretch out in my sleep and my legs wonder where he is, which makes me wake up and answer the question. At home, is always the answer, and I am not, but tonight I am.
I wonder if Mr. Moon will wake up and wonder where Zeke is.
Where I am.
Will he turn over in the strange bed and will he wonder for a second where he is?
Not at home, is what he'll think.
But I am. Home where the dogs are and the chickens are and the air is cool tonight and the frogs are quiet and I am going to bed and I hope that everyone in the world is safe, even if they're not in their own beds, and that they all sleep well and safely and have dreams of home, which they love, and where they are traveling back to. Where we always travel back to because it is home and that is a fine place to be and one of the loveliest words in any language. And the roiling of the unexpected in our souls is calmed and soothed as we dream of traveling away and coming back and all is made right again.
Home.
I'm glad to hear Mr. Moon is ok. I was a little worried my own self. Just a little. Actually, I think it was more guilt. He's always the one I call when my car breaks and Marc is traveling and he always saves the day! (Because my car ONLY breaks when marc is traveling, so...) Anyway, I felt sort of bad not being able to help in some way. Not that it was needed, but you know return the favor sorta thing.
ReplyDeleteI have to tell you that now any time I hear the word "chicken" I think of you. Isn't that strange? If someone had told me that 10 years ago, I'd have called that person a kook! We almost rented a movie called The Hoboken Chicken Emergency. It's about a 100 lb chicken that runs away... It think.
Glad you day is ending. Tomorrow will be better.
xo pf
Aw. All this chicken talk is reminding me of my silly dream to have a pet duck. I think it all started when I read the book PING by Majorie Flack as a four year-old. Have you ever owned a duck?
ReplyDeleteAw, Zeke is cute and bright eyed.
ReplyDeleteAh, the frogs. I remember how deafening the sound can be at times, but it's actually something that's missed, to my surprise, now that I'm living away from it.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're able to be home, even if Mr. Moon wasn't. but good that he had the sense not to push his luck with the tires.
Man, that was a day, huh? Well, I hope Mr. Daddy returns home safely today. I've got my first final and also all my poetry is due, so I will feel a lot lighter today, I'm pretty sure.
ReplyDeleteYou know what's funny? I did indeed have a dream sort of about home. It involved the chickens, which were almost completely grown and who did not like to be held, and you were there, but all I remember about the plot was a giant Nintendo station had to be played or something. It was strange.
I love you and hope today is better for us all.
aj: The Story About Ping! And the boat with eyes.
ReplyDeleteDTG: YES! That's it!
ReplyDeleteZeke is a cute little thing. Is he the only one of your pack that is allowed up in the bed at night?
ReplyDeleteAs I have told you before, I have three dogs (small, medium, and large) and they all try to bed down with me at night. Which gets very crowded, but I am more or less used to it by now.
My youngest dog is still a pup, and he is the smallest (Daschund mix). He is quite the cuddler and often I wake up with him laying across my face. At least Zeke knows to stay down by the legs.
Ms. Fleur- He's home. And already at work. Bless his HEART!
ReplyDeleteA hundred pound chicken? I can, unfortunately, see that happening in my future.
AJ- Of course we read Ping! That book was around when I was a kid. My brother told me that the most favorite animals of his which he ever owned were ducks. He loved them. I've never had a duck. But who knows? Maybe someday I will.
Ms. Jo- He's cute. I'll give him that. And if he wasn't, I'd probably kill him.
Tiffany- I love the frogs and would miss them if they weren't around. Their chorus sounds to me like, "All is well, all is well, and all is as it should be."
HoneyLuna- Me too! And Daddy is home, safe and sound.
DTG- Ping!
Lady Lemon- Yep. Zeke's the only one with sleeping privileges. I have a friend who has six dogs. They are labs. Large, huge, labs. And they sleep with her. As do her two cats. She's a saint.