Yes. I still have chickens. Here's Elvis, my rooster on the front porch today. While I was gone my dear hen Dolly lost her life to what must have been a hawk because it happened during the daytime over by the bamboo. I found an explosion of feathers and can only imagine that a large bird took her as a four-footed critter wouldn't have been able to get to her at night and the four-footed critters come out at night time when the chickens are locked up in their house.
Although I am sad about Dolly's demise, if there had to be a chicken to go, I guess it is a good thing that it was the one hen who never laid an egg in her life. I swear- I never once saw her on the nest. Never once. Nor did I ever see Elvis top her.
But she was the softest chicken. With the biggest breast. I've always said that in a real chicken keeper's flock, she would have been what we might call a "meat-chicken" and in fact, that's what she turned out to be.
I hope her ending was swift and painless.
I keep feeling like I can't catch up here. I still haven't hung my 2012 calender. This is because I always take last year's calender and transfer all the birthdays and anniversaries on it and I just haven't had time yet. Maybe tonight. I NEED a calender, as do we all, although I suppose I could do it on the iPhone but come on. I did order and receive my traditional Virgin of Guadalupe calender. It's just waiting there on the piano for me to put in the dates.
I started seriously learning lines today and then people started coming over. Oh fuck. I am freaking the fuck out. We are supposed to be off book tomorrow. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!
I have so much dialogue to learn.
The people who came over are an old friend of ours and also a couple. The man part of this couple is someone my husband was friends with back in the early eighties and I met him then too. We haven't seen him for years and years and since then, he has remarried and he brought his wife over and I liked her very much. She is reading Anna Karenina, which I have never read. We discussed books and she admired the chickens and I convinced her that she could have some of her own, that it was far easier than she could imagine. Hell, if you can read Anna Karenina, you can keep chickens.
She and I talked some and it was one of those situations where in an hour you learn so much about another woman's life and heart, even if the details are not filled in. Details are just that- and the devil may be in them but you don't really need them.
I've got a venison roast in the crock pot and green beans and potatoes on the stove. Everyone is gone now and the moon is rising, almost full. Two weeks ago today when we were having our first night in Cozumel, it was a sickle grin, sharp and silver.
I would bet the ranch that the moon sure is beautiful over the water in Cozumel and it's not too shabby right here in Lloyd either.
The chickens are shut up safely in their house and they gave me three beautiful eggs today.
I will learn my lines.
The moon shines over us all.
Let us be glad.