Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Still Here

I can't.
I'm not.
It's all too much.

Why the hell can't I stay off the internet?
I dreamed last night that there was some sort of apocalyptic event and people were dying and it was really okay because we just got really small and it was peaceful and people were playing music and being kind to each other as we all waited to die.

I am obviously not right when I start dreaming that the answer to it all is universal death of the species.

Also? Too many soybeans can be eaten.

Here's another thing- tomorrow it will have been a week since I got those chickens and they are still huddled up in the back of the baby coop and won't come out. To get them out, I'd have to get in there with them and physically take hold of them and that would only traumatize them more. They do come out to eat the treats I leave them when I'm not around but they won't leave the little coop. I feel so bad for them.
Maybe they know something I don't.

Maybe I need this guy to come home.

He sent me flowers last night.

I think I'll go eat some yogurt.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Aw the flowers. Could it be those chicks got taken away from a mother, rather than incubator-hatched? I dunno. Time. It's a pity you don't have a broody hen to take them in - or does that only work with eggs?

    I totally sympthise with the peace of universal death of the species. Though, apocalyptic survival stuff also freaks me out. Maybe not so much if there's an agreement that it's better to quit, though. Hmm.

    If you find a recipe for staying off the internet successfully, let me know. By carrier pigeon.

    1. Nope. The only thing I can think is that the woman who have them to me was imprinted on too successfully by those chicks and that I am now perceived as a threat. They were definitely incubator-hatched. And no, that's not how broody hens work. They might take in chicks after they've had their own if they are of similar age but that's not happening here.
      Yeah. Be looking for that pigeon. But don't hold your breath.

  2. I'm not sure your dream was in the wrong. Sometimes I think that may be the only way out.

    But in the meantime your chicks will come out and yes, Mr Moon needs to come home.


    1. Oh honey! Where have you BEEN? I miss you so. You don't even know. Please start writing again.

  3. Ugh. Dreams.

    I'm sure your chickens will emerge in their own sweet time. They just have to feel comfortable and secure. Who knows why it's taking them longer than usual?

    Those asters from Mr. Moon look just like our wild "Michaelmas daisies" here in London! They sure are prolific, at least on our side of the pond.

    1. Oh, I just read your comment above about the chicks imprinting on their former owner. Interesting! Well, still, I hope eventually they develop more courage. :)


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