Tuesday, April 6, 2010

She Was Not Lost But Now She's Found




Owen and I took a stroll over to see the neighbor's chickens and guess who we saw? Not living with the neighbor's chickens but under a van right next to their coop where our generator lives.

Yes. We have a generator in a van and when hurricane season arrives you'll find out why.

Anyway, there was Shalayla and so we took her some food and water and she's fine. I think my first guess was right. She is just bone-tired of being fucked.
Check out that poor chicken's back.



So Shalayla is living under a van, although not by the river, and Carol who also lives there is still on the nest in the garage, refusing to get off to even eat or drink and I do not think there's even an egg under that broodiest of broody hens. I set some food and water for HER right next to her on Mr. Moon's tool bench but I don't know that she'll even go that far for sustenance.

Chickens are weird.

But if Carol ever gets off that nest she and Shalayla can have their own little sister-hen flock. No men, no bras, no worries. Crazy bat-shit chicken women! What are you going to do?

And here's a picture of Owen with his new anteater from Jo in Ireland. What a lucky boy he is!

He did exactly what I knew he'd do and stuck the snout in his mouth. Babies aren't weird. Well, maybe they are but at least I understand their weirdness.
Oh. That boy. I can hardly keep up with him. He's taking a bit of a nap right now and until the phone rings or the dogs bark, all is well.

I better go try and create some order in the kitchen and stir the soup while I have the chance. I'm calling it Easter soup as it has Easter's hambone in it. Along with Easter's black-eyed peas and rice. Among other things.

It's like ninety degrees and I've made soup.

I think I'm weird too.
And no, I do not understand myself.

And I've just about given up on trying if you want to know the truth.

23 comments:

  1. Seems to me that Miss Shalayla is one smart hen. She needed a break from Elvis. A girl needs to do what a girl needs to do!

    My gosh! 90 is hot as can be! Soup? Well the black eyed peas sound awfully good. I can only get fresh ones at New Years which I fix every year. I like mine with a bit of salsa on them....my Love he likes them too but not my kids. Oh well...a tradition they may not take up.

    Weird? Nah....you just had all the makings for a yummy sounding soup and I can understand thinking that would taste good. Hope no hot flashes happen while you are enjoying it...Lots of tea with plenty of ice! Cornbread and honey sounds good with it...I wish that was what I was having tonight!

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  2. Ms Shalayla is your Carol.

    One in, one out?

    And Owen... well thank you for posting that picture. He's an anteatereater :)

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  3. OMG! I was too busy looking at the toy to notice his vest! Outstanding!

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  4. Tell that Shalayla that I totally get it.

    Oh hey --its like fucking 90 degrees here too. HERE! In April! I want to die.

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  5. Just stopped in for a grandson update and a chicken update and got both !:) Poor Ms. Shalayla deserves a day at the spa!

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  6. You're going to have chickens roosting all over the property. Any time you want an egg, one will be wherever you are.

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  7. Poor chicken! I am so happy for you that Shalayla is found. Hope she eats soon. Somebody needs to talk to Elvis about settin' the mood better and cutting his talons before diving in. His methods are obviously not working for one of his ladies. Roosters can't always go by looks and charm alone.

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  8. I was saying, "in a van down by the river" and then you aid it! It could be by the river, given the photos in your last post.
    I just knew that is why Shalayla got away. Her poor back!!!

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  9. Ooohhhhhh, to be a chicken.

    And Lilly looks so cute in her uniform. I think her name tag say Lillian! That's a beautiful name

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  10. That soup sounds great, even if it's getting to be past soup-weather. Maybe I'll come home tomorrow and have a quick little visit (i.e. time for a nap and soup-grabbing).

    Love you, Mama!

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  11. I am starting to think I would like to join your crazy chickens, though being fucked to death is not hte problem, just tired to death. Is 8:45 too early to go to bed?

    Ah, the snout in the mouth-lovely.

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  12. Poor Miss Shalayla. That rooster is just a beast! I'm glad she's found but hope nothing happens to her while living off alone.

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  13. Lovely day.

    I like your chicken stories. I thought there might be some psychic transference going on because mystery chickens--beautiful and varied chickens--appeared on a front lawn a couple of miles from here. Once. I was afraid I was seeing your chickens from my mind while driving...

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  14. I really do believe that soup is PERFECT at 90 degrees, and here are some reasons why:
    1. it's mostly liquid and helps rehydrate: critical in heat
    2. when I was in India where it was AWFUL hot, they served me hot tea and good golly it really does cool ya down. Same thing: in a Russian winter we ate ice cream outside. Crazy? Maybe, but the body actually likes it when we stop fighting it.
    3. soup usually has vegetables and other goodness that is rich of nutrients that a sweating body needs
    4. it's light and easy to digest, and I have a hard time digesting anything heavy or rich when it's hot.

    I can go on, but you get the point.

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  15. Send some of that heat my way, and some soup with it. It's absolutely miserable here.
    Glad Shalayla was found.

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  16. Yes, the perpetual Easter egg hunt at Miers!

    You know, this is going to sound nuts, but I think Owen looks like Harley... There's something about the eyes, a sort of shiny joy. although, he looks like his momma and poppa too. How can this be?

    Ah, did you say Zuppa? I'll trade you for a liter of mango juice... It's orgaaaaaanic! :-p

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  17. Oh, and congrats on finding your chicken baby. She is precious.

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  18. yay for chickens not lost found.
    and Owen eating anteaters. What a fun gift from Jo.
    love your "weird" talk.
    soup sounds delicious.

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  19. Shut Up! That is the cutest picture of Owen so far! Good lord that boy is cute, I can barely stand it. Hurrah for Jo!!
    (Oh, and I'm glad Shalayla was around the whole time. Perhaps she and Carol share the love that must not be named.)

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  20. Ellen- That soup was good and it did give me a hot flash but not a bad one.

    Jo- Anteatereater! Great! And I bought him that little onsie. Hop On Pop! Indeed!

    SJ- I hear Washington is like a oven in the summer. A very steamy oven.

    Lopo- I love it when you visit. I think Shalayla would love a day at the spa. So would I, truthfully. Are you in Mexico or in Florida?

    DTG- The problem is finding those eggs.

    Nicol- I have pondered trying to cut Elvis's toenails but I value my skin too much.

    Michele R- Heh-heh.

    Ms. Trouble- Yep. She's a Lillian.

    HoneyLuna- Do it! You can have soup and then, oh, maybe you could play with Owen and I'll get the nap. Ha!

    Kori- It is never too early to go to bed. And no, "Fucked to death" is not the way I want to go.

    Mel's Way- I think she's a pretty crafty hen. I think she'll be okay.

    Kathleen- Well, if any of my chickens make it through your mind all the way to Texas, you can keep them for me.

    Nola- Soup is just damn good food.

    Angie M- I'm so sorry. Does spring EVER come there?

    Ms. Fleur- I think it's the baby-becoming-a-boy thing. And yes, soup for mango juice. Great trade!

    Bethany- Well, you know I'm weird.

    May- Well, I don't think that Shalayla is interested in any sort of love whatsoever at the moment. Love of bugs, maybe. Love of cracked corn. And Carol won't get off the nest. It would be funny if they were little sweethearts. Can't you just see the two of them, running along holding wings?

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  21. I don't understand myself either. So fuck it. Whatever.

    Whatever is our attitude for the day.

    You are loved.

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  22. Glad that the hen came back. I had to laugh at being fucked to death. Those horny old roosters!

    I like the idea of Easter soup! Sounds great.

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  23. Bone-tired. That cracks me up.

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