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.