tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post2394801912494210939..comments2024-03-28T05:38:04.618-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: No TitleMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-29956409009446599462022-09-05T10:24:41.429-04:002022-09-05T10:24:41.429-04:00It's possible but I sort of doubt it.It's possible but I sort of doubt it. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-51498184742077747092022-09-05T10:24:16.127-04:002022-09-05T10:24:16.127-04:00I think anyone who has kept chickens has been here...I think anyone who has kept chickens has been here. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-10880190115191348652022-09-05T10:23:46.130-04:002022-09-05T10:23:46.130-04:00They were. They were. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-32949523341391614422022-09-05T10:23:33.329-04:002022-09-05T10:23:33.329-04:00Chickens are far less complex than humans, aren...Chickens are far less complex than humans, aren't they? Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-534878564793266032022-09-05T09:01:05.761-04:002022-09-05T09:01:05.761-04:00Sorry, the above comment was from me, motorways . ...Sorry, the above comment was from me, motorways . . . Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-45814931169411178192022-09-05T09:00:11.480-04:002022-09-05T09:00:11.480-04:00I read this while stuck in a traffic jam on the mo...I read this while stuck in a traffic jam on the motorway coming home from visiting my father who is so obviously fading away towards the end of his life I and right now, I am more upset about the loss of your beautiful rooster and his hens.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-57418291333439530312022-09-04T18:04:41.537-04:002022-09-04T18:04:41.537-04:00I'm so sorry. I know Liberace was a good roos...I'm so sorry. I know Liberace was a good rooster and I imagine he died protecting his little flock and now I'm crying. <br />Fuck, I know its nature's way but those chickens were your companions. My life so farhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721270441968035994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-55943992309684739912022-09-04T17:18:34.602-04:002022-09-04T17:18:34.602-04:00Love you, lady. Love you, lady. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-41344900316519758482022-09-04T17:18:08.298-04:002022-09-04T17:18:08.298-04:00These dang predators seem pretty happy here. And w...These dang predators seem pretty happy here. And why wouldn't they? When the foxes aren't eating the chickens, they're probably eating the raccoons who also eat the chickens. Just...damn. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-73174690411671608102022-09-04T17:17:18.314-04:002022-09-04T17:17:18.314-04:00I know that my heart is broken. Now I'm actual...I know that my heart is broken. Now I'm actually hoping that Lucky is indeed a rooster which is silly but...Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-82179349371813506352022-09-04T17:16:46.163-04:002022-09-04T17:16:46.163-04:00Oh, my, Steve! Yes, Gibson and Owen both were just...Oh, my, Steve! Yes, Gibson and Owen both were just littles when you were here that time. They do grow up. <br />I would like to think that we could try having chickens again in the future. We'll just have to see. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-6257151619615370202022-09-04T17:15:05.199-04:002022-09-04T17:15:05.199-04:00Ellen, that thought has crossed my mind. I know he...Ellen, that thought has crossed my mind. I know he was depressed in the coop. He had no job, no function. And I felt that he was depressed before I shut them in because he was not keeping the hens safe. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-65766490063378339602022-09-04T17:14:01.094-04:002022-09-04T17:14:01.094-04:00Thank you. I appreciate that. Thank you. I appreciate that. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-19607798508547521732022-09-04T17:13:47.250-04:002022-09-04T17:13:47.250-04:00Really? That makes my heart happy, the idea of you...Really? That makes my heart happy, the idea of you watching hens that didn't even belong to you. They are such pleasant animals to hang out with. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-20756066587244232832022-09-04T17:12:43.259-04:002022-09-04T17:12:43.259-04:00Thank you, Chris. They are very fine in my eyes. A...Thank you, Chris. They are very fine in my eyes. And heart. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-34308846391332486262022-09-04T17:09:42.930-04:002022-09-04T17:09:42.930-04:00Yes. And Liberace will always stand in my memory a...Yes. And Liberace will always stand in my memory as one of the best roosters of all. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-42187429758574721302022-09-04T17:09:16.505-04:002022-09-04T17:09:16.505-04:00Liberace did put up a fight, I am sure. But in sum...Liberace did put up a fight, I am sure. But in summer we have the house closed up, the air conditioner on, a fan by the bed. We hear nothing. Sigh. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-48494731999790857942022-09-04T17:08:32.399-04:002022-09-04T17:08:32.399-04:00It's always the same breakfast- pancakes, eggs...It's always the same breakfast- pancakes, eggs, bacon. The pancakes do change though. Those were banana and peach with oat bran. Sturdy. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-817549007068138752022-09-04T17:07:54.909-04:002022-09-04T17:07:54.909-04:00No. We have no fishers here. Just the human kind. ...No. We have no fishers here. Just the human kind. The foxes and raccoons have been the culprits here. We have them on camera. And you are so right- we can't always time our letting go. That is part of our lives here on earth. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-12652663113942564402022-09-04T17:05:39.132-04:002022-09-04T17:05:39.132-04:00Words do help. It means a lot that my chickens in ...Words do help. It means a lot that my chickens in bringing me so much pleasure have brought others pleasure too. Thank you. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-84498209812147565992022-09-04T17:04:21.434-04:002022-09-04T17:04:21.434-04:00And it DOES feel like a loss, dear Mrs. M. Thank y...And it DOES feel like a loss, dear Mrs. M. Thank you. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-47627653119959610892022-09-04T17:00:59.838-04:002022-09-04T17:00:59.838-04:00Humm been there x
Humm been there x<br />John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-59651220071452199302022-09-04T13:50:45.750-04:002022-09-04T13:50:45.750-04:00That was me, 37paddington btw. ^^^That was me, 37paddington btw. ^^^Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-85868699706621164932022-09-04T13:49:53.769-04:002022-09-04T13:49:53.769-04:00Liberace! Oh Mary, I cannot imagine the Moon kingd...Liberace! Oh Mary, I cannot imagine the Moon kingdom without chickens. It is lovely how you describe the joy they brought you, roaming your property, making their lives alongside yours. I hope and pray these new predators move on and allow you to keep chickens in peace once more. If I am heartsick I can only imagine your grief. I’m so sorry. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-63406129775910639542022-09-04T12:35:53.539-04:002022-09-04T12:35:53.539-04:00NO!!! Not our favorite beautiful proud competent ...NO!!! Not our favorite beautiful proud competent Liberace. Utterly heart breaking.Linda Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03070050388987072100noreply@blogger.com