Some of our neighbor's chickens have been running about in my side yard near their coop for months now. I don't blame them for coming through the fence because their coop is completely arid with the exception of a nice healthy crop of fireweed which it would appear, even chickens avoid. I don't mind the chickens being in my yard at all. They are lovely birds. But this morning when I went to let my chickens out of the hen house, I found these four, happily pecking about at the leftover scratch grains from yesterday. They were not perturbed at all by my presence and in fact, ran up to me as if they expected a fine treat. I let my hens and Liberace out and damn, if the neighbor-hens didn't just join in with them, eating the new scratch I threw out.
Now if they'd just start laying in my hen house I'd be thrilled!
Speaking of eggs I got an amazing one yesterday. I'm pretty sure that Miss Susie laid it. I'm glad I didn't have to.
I'm betting that it has two yolks.
So. What's going on in your world? I took a walk this morning for the first time in weeks. It's gratifying to know that I can still walk a couple of miles. The wildflowers are blooming and I saw wisteria in sunny places in full purple glory. Even the vine in my yard is starting to show color.
A blooming day lily in the little park-like area between a road and the post office charmed my heart with its almost radiant golden yellow.
I talked Mr. Moon into not going in to the gym or to the office. He can work from home if he needs to and frankly, not that many people are thinking about buying cars at the moment. However, I don't think he understands what hunkering down down means. I think that the idea of being stuck here makes him panic. He is a man of many projects and constant activity. He decided to spray for fleas this morning and the sprayer apparatus didn't work and next thing I knew he was off to Lowe's and five hours later he was home. His definition of absolute necessity is not mine. I pointed out this evening that there are plenty of things to do around here which are not going to require materials or supplies. Such as cleaning out spaces and throwing shit away. If anyone on the planet needs a little Marie Kondo-ing, it's him. The problem is that everything he's got stashed in the garage and the sheds and his closet spark joy for him. Or at least he believes that at some point in his life he's going to need each and every board, car part, old hose...hell, I don't even KNOW what all he has...for some project.
And when he needs whatever-it-is that he has stashed and can find it, joy is going to be sparking off him like a wintergreen lifesaver when you bite down on it in the dark.
Meanwhile, I am going to go stay with August and Levon tomorrow and they're coming out here on Thursday. I honestly do not believe they have coronavirus but of course I don't know that for sure. Still- one has to make choices and sometimes those choices are based on faith. Not religious faith but just faith that common sense dictates. Jessie has called me at last three times to discuss this because she obviously doesn't want to kill her parents. Now after Thursday, I may close the gate and chain my husband to his chair. He keeps talking about Dog Island which yes, would be a safe place in that there's hardly a soul on the whole island but I told him that I'd go crazy there without my books and my stuff and my chickens and that if he wants to go that's fine but if he gets sick, who's going to take care of him and by the way- if I get sick, who's going to take care of me? Of course I lied when I told him that it would be fine with me if he decided to go there. I'd probably throw my body in front of his truck when he tried to leave.
I feel quite certain that almost everyone is having similar thoughts and conversations and experiences. I almost wish that the government would put us all on lockdown because that's the only way that some people are going to stay home. If the choice is taken away from us, we'll all probably be better off but you know- this is America, land of the free. Home of the brave. The place where citizens are risking the health of themselves and loved ones to go out and buy guns because GOL DURN, Y'ALL, SOMEONE MIGHT TRY AND STEAL OUR TOILET PAPER!
A little house wren is making a nest in this old watering can I have hanging on the kitchen porch. I'm going to have plenty of time and opportunity to watch what happens.
Isn't that lovely?
We all just need to stay home, take care of what we have before us and those we love.
As I told Mr. Moon a few minutes ago, running out of whipped butter is not a good reason to go to a grocery store. I need to remind myself of that. We all have to readjust priorities and needs and learn to define what they really are.
This is really something, isn't it?
Yeah. It is.
I'm glad we have each other.