Saturday, May 20, 2017


Saturday morning and there are some of the chickens, Mick's head held high as befits his alpha rooster status. Hank asked me yesterday what I'm going to do if the new roosters fight and are mean.
I said, "I will teach them not to be mean," and then rolled my eyes because I have no idea how to do that. We shall just see what we see.

As we shall see what we see about how this day progresses. I want to get out into the garden but I am in a gap between hormone prescriptions and life may well become a living hot mess/hot flash hell. The temperature is not that bad- merely in the eighties I believe, but it rained last night (hurray!) and the humidity is horrendous. I will try, anyway.

Which is all we can do. A trip to the Wacissa may be in order later today.

Carry on, my wayward friends.

Love...Ms. Moon




6 comments:

  1. Oh a trip to the river sounds lovely if you are in muggy Florida. For some reason MN is cold and rainy this week. Had to turn the heat back on!

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    1. Hard to believe we live on the same planet.

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  2. And now I want to read much more about the roosters.

    Many many years ago I lived in a place where poultry of all kind were rescued - by coincidence, we were just a messy commune. At some stage, we had three roosters and were determined to train them to love one another. In the end, we had one king rooster, one bullied timid one who was mostly hiding under cars, while rooster no 3 aka the manic killer monster was eventually transformed to soup stock. It was a formative experience, all in all.

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    1. Sometimes love is not all you need. The ego of humans to think that we can undo thousands of years of evolutionary behavior. We're so funny. We have cooked one rooster. He was mean as hell.

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  3. Didn't you have a mean rooster at one point that ended up with an ax? I would have no problem doing that.

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