Friday, June 24, 2011

Freshly Potted Chickens



Miss Dolly has been in the rose plant on the kitchen porch for most of the day. Elvis led her there and they cuddled up, as best as chickens can cuddle in a rose plant, for quite some time and then Elvis did his This Would Make A Good Nest dance with great crowing and spreading of wings and then he got out and Dolly got in and she's still there, hours later, and the other two hens are standing on the porch watching her.
I don't know if she's laying an egg or experiencing a Lamaze Birth. Whatever, they're all being very patient with her. El is standing guard in the little kitchen garden right beside the porch. I tell you- chickens are amazing creatures and I so love observing them.

It has finally rained some. Not a lot but enough to cool things off considerably. I have the house open and it is a joy to hear the drip, drip, drip of water onto wet ground.

I feel strange today. I went for a walk but it was really too late and way too hot. To the point where I experienced some dizziness when I got home but nothing bad and it passed and my back hurts a great deal, down in the low base of it. I honestly keep thinking that being active will help it and I know it will. But in the meantime, it's not so great. I kept moving for awhile, did some chores inside and out, but very, very slowly. I cleaned out the coop and put fresh smelling straw down for my babies and I potted some plants that needed transferring and I washed our bed sheets and blankets.

I guess I am in a bed-making mood today. New beds for chickens, for plants, for us.

Then I laid down on the couch with ice on my back and fell asleep and slept like the dead. Just down for the count and I would probably still be sleeping if Mr. Moon hadn't called to ask if I needed anything. I was so out of it that I couldn't figure it out- did I need anything? I didn't even exactly know where I was. And I swear- I only took Ibuprofen. Sometimes when I am injured I can feel those drug-like endorphins flooding my body and it is not unpleasant. It was that way for me today, whether from my back or from the walk, I do not know.
I honestly think that lifting that truck topper did something to my back and that it's just going to take a while to heal up. I am not a going-to-the-doctor sort of person if I can avoid it and generally, I do. Time and ice and sleep will heal most things, I have found.

We had discussed going out tonight. I really think it would be good for us. For me, too, to get dressed up a little, put on make-up, go out into the world. It's just so damn easy to say, "Oh honey. Let's just stay here and enjoy the coolness, have a martini on the porch." I can always come up with something to cook.

We'll see.

I'm pretty sure I have at least one fresh egg right outside the kitchen. Ha! And a garden full of lovelies. And the pattering down of leaf-shed droplets onto the wet ground.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Enjoy your Friday evening.

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. It's an egg! I just went out and the chickens had gone off to roam and there in the dirt of the rosebush was a nice brown egg. I see that Elvis had picked leaves from the tropical gardenia next to the rose to make the nest a little nicer. He's such a thoughtful husband, isn't he?





10 comments:

  1. Ever read up on chicken ancestors? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Junglefowl

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  2. I adore that picture of the two of them; it is just so sweet and cozy. And I am not here much but of course I still love you, and your lovely words, and your wisdom.

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  3. This post made me laugh and nod, uh-huh, yep, damn injuries just take too long to heal when you're (we're) a person of a sort of age.

    Ice is our friend, ice is our friend. And ice cream.

    XX Beth

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  4. So, let's see if I got this. You plant a chicken seed in the flower pot. Soon chickens sprout, roost and leave a round brown beauty!

    Sounds a bit Maurice Sendakesk.

    I like it.

    Hope you have fun with your own thoughtful husband this evening... and that you feel better soon.
    xo

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  5. I believe ice and porch-martinis will cure most things.

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  6. DTG- Yes! Everything they said. I see. Love it. Love you. Mama

    Kori- Thank you, love. I am glad to see you when you are here.

    Beth- And Ibuprofen. Oh yes.

    Ms. Fleur- I always survive. You know this.

    Lisa- And what they won't cure, the ocean will.

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  7. Your chickens are amazing. Strange how I have come to think of them as little chicken-people.

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  8. I'm behind on reading my fav blogs...I just thought that photo of Miss Dolly and Elvis was just so..so...chicken lovin'. Then to lay a perfect egg.

    I am so sorry your back is hurting. Please take it easy. Ask for help and let your back heal. Try not to lift or bend awkwardly. Time will heal but you need to baby your back some too. Glad you iced it.

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  9. I take a vicarious interest in your chickens. How adorable are they together?

    I hope your back is ok. I don't go to the doctor unless I really have to either.

    Love you xx

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