So yes, I felt rough because of this cold thing but I managed to move slowly through the day, getting a few things done. I took the trash and went to the post office to get my mail and ran into a neighbor who told me about his son's emergency surgery last week for an abdominal thing. He said it was horribly scary but that the boy is fine and last night they went to the Mexican restaurant and he cleaned his plate so recovery is well underway. We talked about how a hundred years ago the child would have just died because surgery would not have been available. Mr. Moon's granddad died from a cut he got in the barn. One day he was fine, the next day, he was dead.
I am not the biggest proponent of western medicine in the world and how it and the pharmaceutical industry work but I sure am grateful for some of the strides that have been made. I know that Mr. Moon himself once got cellulitis so bad that they thought they were going to have to put him in the hospital for IV antibiotics and it was frightening as hell, watching the ugly redness move swiftly up his leg, despite the oral antibiotics he was on. I swear on the Bible and the Joy of Cooking that an antibiotic shot they gave him at Urgent Care caused the redness to start receding before we got out of there. Talk about your miracles!
Anyway, where the hell was I?
Oh yeah. Feeling rough. So I could not help myself but had to go out and pick some of those field peas and on the way I checked on the babies. They are so dang cute. And Dottie, despite not being the Bio-Mom of any of them, is being incredibly protective and taking such good care of them. Here they are.
I am fairly sure that this chick is Camellia's baby. Camellia is the hen I got from Kathleen's flock and she's a darling chicken. She's the one who comes onto the porch every day and stares me down for treats.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, there is nothing in this world as cute as a baby chick and the cutest of the cute are baby chicks who are being raised by their mommy instead of say, in a bathtub.
Gosh, I hope they make it. I would just love that.
Anyway, after I visited the nursery, I went over to the side yard because I had a gut feeling about where Dearie might be and sure enough, he was hanging out in the neighbor's goat pen which is right next to their chickens.
I assume he is keeping away from Mick because he's Mr. Jagger-Rooster's main threat. Gosh, he's a pretty guy. I said, "Hey, Dearie! Whatchu doing over there?"
And he said, "Plotting World Wide Hen Domination. What else?"
Maybe I was just hallucinating that part.
Then I picked a big bowlful of peas and Maurice helped me. I know I didn't get them all and the green beans need picking too and I didn't get one of them.
But that's what I did pick and for two hours I sat on the couch and watched The Real Housewives of New York City and shelled peas. It was a sort of heaven and I'm not even kidding. Since they're so big, it was easy to shell them and now I have some cooking on the stove and some are in a ziplock in the refrigerator. Lily thinks it's hysterical that I love those stupid "real" housewives so much. I just can't help it. They are my complete opposites in almost every way. They wouldn't know how to pick or shell a field pea if their lives depended on it. Hell, they get their make-up done professionally to go out for drinks. And I never wear make-up these days. Maybe once every three months. They get plastic surgery and Botox and lasered and I doubt they have a body hair on their entire bodies below the waist. And they seem to spend their lives drinking and eating tiny foods on giant plates and discussing each other and going to stay in fabulous villas in distant countries and if they have children, we never see them. Some of their biggest problems seem to be what social media is saying about them.
But hell- it's escapism sure and true, and some of them seem to have genuine hearts which have been tried by the fires of grief WHICH IS NO EXCUSE FOR MY ENJOYING WATCHING THIS BULLSHIT.
I love it.
So I did that and some laundry and got my house back to where I feel as if I am the mistress of it again and I watered my porch plants and even took a little nap and I am feeling okay.
I am home.
Hopefully I'll see the Lily-Babies tomorrow and maybe even make pancakes if I feel up to it. I just need not to kiss them or slobber on them, I guess. I miss them and their mama so.
Home and Little Richard is still walking around outside the hen house even though the rest of the chickens are in bed because he has to wait until Mick is on the roosting-doze like an opium addict on a silk divan because if Mick is still awake, he'll peck and chase him out again.
We're about to eat a mostly home-grown supper and I'm glad to be in Lloyd although I wish I could be everywhere at once.
Maybe in a parallel universe I am.
Teeny fluffy speckly chicks! So sweet and wild, somehow.ReplyDelete
Not dying from minor infection is very, very good. Let us pray that we either stop over-using antibiotics so they keep working, or find alternatives. Superbugs = scary prospect.
I agree, Jo. And thought about that as I wrote.Delete
your chickens had babies!!!! this is the best news all day.ReplyDelete
i like the real housewives shows too because they show me how to NOT be as an adult women. plus they are funny because they are so vapid (or made to appear to be)
They DO appear to be vapid but of course, they don't show us the gritty working side of them- that would be boring. "Reality" TV is a strange phenomenon. But then again, so were the Westerns I grew up with.Delete
Glad you're back and had a fine time. I don't own a television so can't comment on that show, but the chickens are real cute. Hope you feel better quickly.ReplyDelete
Well, you aren't missing anything re: TV. Trust me.Delete
I do feel much better. Thank you.
The baby chicks are super-cute! It would be so gratifying to raise them up and know that they lived all their lives on your property, in your flock. I also think it's hilarious that you like those "real" housewives, and there's something especially funny about you watching them while shelling peas.ReplyDelete
I'm really hoping these chicks grow up too. I just need not to let them out of the coop too early which is a big fault of mine.Delete
About the RHONYC- can you imagine what they would think of me? And honestly, in a million years they would not even imagine someone like me and if they did, they would dismiss me like a fleck of dust in their eyes. We do not inhabit the same worlds.
I hope the mama raised babies make it too. my green beans are blooming madly but not making any beans. what's up with that? pulled up all the tomato plants yesterday even though they were still blooming. and what's up with that? oh well. still no TV here to speak of still which is fine with me.ReplyDelete
If the beans are still blooming and the vines still look good, I'd leave them be. Sometimes they just need a second wind.Delete
My tomato plants need to be pulled and I started pulling the cucumbers today. It was time.
Confession: Big Brother (all19 seasons), Ink Masters, Naked and Afraid, Alaska Bush People. Also Twin Peaks but that is genius art. Love you.ReplyDelete
ps. Father Knows Best every morning from 7 AM to 8 AM and honestly I watch it for anthropological reasons as I never watched television as a child (we had horses and were always outside) also it's hilarious to watch Margaret in the kitchen dusting her canned vegetables etc as it is clear she never once stepped foot in a real kitchen in her life also her weird hand acting.Delete
Glen loves Alaska Bush People. I want to smack them and tell them to move somewhere where there's a grocery store, dammit!Delete
Father Knows Best. I used to watch that show and dream about a daddy who loved me like that daddy loved his "Kitten."
I probably still do wish for one. Little late now, ain't it?
Thanks so much for the cute chick pics. I've been waiting ever since I heard they had hatched. How cute is that?
Thank you, Tom! I'm glad you like them. They are adorable.Delete
Never apologize for the guilty pleasures of what is affectionally known in these parts as trash TV. Being home sounds like heaven, even with the cold thing, which I hope you are able to recover from soon. Lily-babies, what a lovely collective name for them. I look forward to the pancake and bacon report. Hugs.ReplyDelete
We call it Trash TV too.Delete
I do feel so much better and it was fun being with the Lily babies. And with Lily. The pancakes and bacon were EXCELLENT!