The sun has set and all of the color has followed it, lighting up skies far from here. Although life is definitely not fair, all humans get an equal opportunity to view the sun and the moon and that is pretty cool.
I just went out to check on the chickens whom I'd already shut into their hen house because I heard a racket I could not identify and actually, any noise coming from a hen house at night is not good. I grabbed a stout stick on my way out (Mr. Moon is out of town) hoping with all of my heart that I wouldn't have to use it on a possum or a raccoon but when I opened the door, I found Joe Cocker trying to climb the tin which covers the nesting boxes. It's a steep slope and he kept slipping back and flapping his wings and that was the sound I heard and I have absolutely no idea in this entire world why he would try to do that. Earlier he was on his narrow ledge perch with Darla and Little Violet who had abandoned her usual roost up at the top of that tin to sleep with him. I would assume for the warmth.
That's her butt on the right.
God only knows. Not me. I can't even venture a guess.
I do know why Nicey spent the day on my back porch, most of it on the table.
She was hiding from the roosters and my resolve to get rid of at least Pearl has hardened. This morning I myself knocked Mick off Miss Honey who is missing half her head-comb and many feathers due to the constant sex she is subjected to. When a rooster mounts a hen, he beaks her hard up on the head and perches on her back with his talons. The entire act barely takes seconds but that is plenty long enough to inflict pain and pull feathers. Roosters don't even have penises so I am not sure how the sperm meets the egg but somehow, it does.
I just looked it up. If you care to learn about chicken reproduction, you may read about it HERE where you will find extremely scientific words like infundibulum and magnum.
All of this would make absolutely fascinating small talk at any holiday party and is sure to impress people with your Scientific and Big Word knowledge when it comes to how chickens mate and reproduce.
You are welcome.
Anyway, as I said, Nicey spent all day on the back porch. She even let me pet her. A little. I fed her cat food and a bit of cut-up venison and vegetable stew. At one point I'd left the back door open for a second and she walked right into the house which would be fine with me- she could live inside for all I care, but I am loathe to clean up chicken shit and no, I will not be diapering a hen. Call me cruel but that's just ridiculous.
I wonder how she knew that I would protect her because I feel certain that she did.
Again- who knows? Not me.
Okay. Cute picture time.
This is Maggie wearing a coat and hat that my mother knit for Jessie. My mother was a true craftswoman when it came to knitting and to crocheting. She used those teeny, tiny needles and followed directions that would make my head explode. How cute do they look on Ms. Magnolia? I think the child could get a well-paying job as a model. She's just so...cute. And expressive. And photogenic! And she has curly hair! And she's my granddaughter!
Her parents should totally exploit her for money. She would love it. And dang it- kids are so lazy these days. Hell, when I was two years old, I was working in a coal mine. When I got a job at McDonald's at the age of four, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
So. Modeling. Piece of cake! Jeez.
And here's a picture of our babiest baby.
Isn't he precious? Yes. Yes he is. That's the flannel quilt I whipped up for him out of scraps and it makes me want to make flannel quilts for everyone in the family. If I worked night and day I could probably get them all done by Christmas.
Christmas 2027, that is.
Speaking of Christmas- Have I bought ONE Christmas present?
No. No I have not.
And I have five grandchildren, not to mention four children, all of whom have very significant others whom I adore.
Well, that's the news from Lloyd today. Oh! I did wear my grubby overalls to Publix today and the world did not end. It would appear that no one gives a damn what I wear to the grocery store. How odd is that? I just could not deal with putting on regular going-to-town clothes and yet, I needed yogurt and jasmine rice and Mega Rolls of toilet paper because Mega Rolls mean you have to replace your toilet paper about half as often, as well as other things I cannot live without because I am a spoiled and entitled First World Person.
Fuck you, Christmas.