A Quiet Friday

It's fairly quiet here in Lloyd today. Owen is here and we have been on our walk and chatted with Miss Liola and fed apples to the chickens who would come out to be fed. It is quite apparent that all of the hens which disappeared and then reappeared have been traumatized in some way. Shalayla will not come off the nest and she is not laying an egg. She is scared.
Owen and I took her apple pieces and chicken food and water and she seemed grateful.
We all need a day in bed sometimes. I understand that.
I still don't know what happened to my hens and I doubt I ever will but I am just grateful to have the ones back that I have, to hear their clucking, to see them, as I coax them with fruit, coming out from under the shed.

It was overwhelming to me yesterday, the number of people who came and commented. I had no idea that so many people love my chickens, or at least are interested in them. It goes far to prove my theory that chickens and people are bonded in ways we may not remember consciously, but certainly know in our bones.

And so here we are- the boy and his grandmother, the four dogs, the rooster and the five hens. And of course the cat who lies in the flower bed all day, watching everything.

It is fall but it is still hot and we need rain but the butterflies are taking their moisture from the firespike and hurricane lilies and the light is perfect. The garden is doing well, the peas and cucumbers and beans that I planted are up and so are the lettuces and greens. There is weeding to be done but there is always weeding to be done.

Owen will be one year old in two days. His mother will be twenty-five in three days.
Owen is feeding crackers to the dogs.
It is a good day, a quiet day. A day of simple pleasures for me, for sure.
I hope the same for you.

Happy Friday, y'all.
Love...Ms. Moon