Friday, December 9, 2016
Tiny Miracle Of The Day
Last night when I went to put the chickens up, little Dearie was not on her roost with her sister Violet. My heart sank. I remembered that hawk hitting Violet the other day and how he dropped her when I ran into the yard and screamed at him and worried like crazy that he'd come back and gotten my sweet little black and white bird, named by Gibson.
But this morning there she was, running back and forth outside the coop, trying to figure out how to get in to be with the rest of the birds. She must have gotten scared by something and not made her way back to the hen house with the rest of the flock but came out of her hiding spot this morning and now she's pecking corn with the others, and my heart is so cheered to see that tiny little bird.
Also? Mick Jagger's 29-year old ballerina girlfriend has given birth to his eighth child- a son. He is 73 years old, a grandfather and a great-grandfather. The UK Daily Mail reports that he was "at bedside" when his son was born.
This is hardly what one would call a miracle but somehow, it makes me smile.
The old man is still capable, it would appear, of getting satisfaction.
And off I go, more cheered than I was when I awoke, to babysit my August, to see what this cold day in December will bring.
Happy Friday, y'all.