Thursday, February 1, 2018

Feral Wild Woods Roosters


A few days ago on my walk I saw two roosters, companionably scratching by a church that I pass on my route and today I saw them again on the road that leads to the horse farm. I am thinking that someone had the same problem I did and just dumped their roosters off like unwanted puppies but unlike unwanted puppies, these roosters seem to be pretty self-reliant and okay with the situation although they haven't actually talked to me about it.
They do add a tiny frisson of excitement to my walk because, well, there are just so many reasons, the main one being that I have walked this route ten thousand times and anything new is exciting. Plus- roosters! Not to mention that I am so easily entertained.

I talked to Shelly today as she was out raking her yard. She asked if I thought the groundhog would see its shadow.
"The groundhog ALWAYS sees it's shadow," I said.
Then she gave me the low-down on some of the things going on in Lloyd, mostly about the road which all of us take to get to Monticello which is now closed to replace a bridge and it may be closed for a year.
A YEAR?! Really?
And the detour adds anywhere from five to twenty miles, depending on where you're going. I mean, this is truly a pain in the ass and is going to affect all of us one way or another.
We shook our heads and said, "Well, what're you gonna do?"

Mr. Moon stayed with August for a little while today and from the video and pictures I got, it would appear that they had a great time. August wanted his Boppy to draw him another farm, and so his Boppy did.


As you can see, August wanted his grandfather to draw a rendering of Maggie dropping an egg as she did on Sunday. I especially like the guy on the tractor and of course, the eternal theme of an animal pooping and a farmer having to clean it up is presented here as well. 

So. When Mr. Moon got home from work, I'd set out the B-12 vial, alcohol, cotton pad, and a syringe. 
"You ready to shoot me?" he asked. 
It went perfectly fine and well. He said it didn't hurt a bit. I will admit that it took some courage to stab him. One down, eighty-nine to go. 
Right now he's under his bathroom, doing things with pipes which cause rattling and banging. Every now and then I have to check on him when the bangs get alarming. 
"You okay?" I yell at him through the floor.
"I'm fine!" he yells back. 
I do believe he's having the time of his life. 

And I finished up the curtains for August's room today. I enjoyed that, as I always enjoy doing these simple, mostly mindless things with fabric and thread and my beloved old Singer while listening to a book on my phone. I'm still listening to the Outlander series. I'm on book three and feel quite comforted in knowing that there are six more to go. I do worry a little bit about what I'll do when I'm finished with them but that probably won't happen for another lifetime or two. 
These books are LONG. 

And so it goes. Pinto beans for supper. My favorite. 

I am a peasant. Let's face it. Chickens and beans and dirt and thread and needles make me happy. 
Oh. Well, not necessarily the syringe sort of needles but I can deal with that too, especially if it helps to make my husband better. 

Love...Ms. Moon



15 comments:

  1. I'm thoroughly charmed by Mr. Moon's drawings! Charmed by the creations from your Singer as well. I'm so happy the shot giving and taking went so well.
    Xoxo
    Barbara

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    1. Thank you, Barbara. I'm really glad that it turns out I can still give an injection without causing too much pain.

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  2. May your shots help Mr Moon get well quickly. I had no idea until a recent conversation with a friend just how bad Lyme’s Can be. Add artist to your man’s talents. A great drawing that is! I hope August hangs it on the fridge. Have a restful evening! Joanne

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    1. Oh, Lyme is awful! It can attack so many different systems of the body. Have you read about Kris Kristofferson's experience with it? They were sure he had advanced dementia but no, he had Lyme.
      And I am very impressed with my husband's farm-drawing abilities too! I mean- you can totally tell what he's drawn! Not so in my case.

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  3. catching up with your babies actually made the sun shine...in my heart! I can not imagine giving an injection to anything other than an orange with a dose of vodka. Mr. Moon is a most fortunate man to have you as a jabber. And his drawing skills are fabulous! Embroidery worthy!

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    1. That would be so funny! To embroider those drawings on something for August. I will think about that. As to the jabbing- you just have to gird your loins and throw that dart. And then it's not so bad.

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  4. I will be thinking of you for the next 89 days delivery that medicine. I have very recently been there although my man had a picc line so i only had to attach the syringe to the port. Mr Moon is lucky to be married to a nurse! So glad he’s getting better and better. His farm is rather delightful, especially Maggie cracking one. Love you woman.

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    1. Oh NO! Maggie cracked one! Yep. That makes me laugh too.
      I imagine I will think of you and your man every time I give Mr. Moon his shot. Two down as of tonight, only 88 to go.
      I love you too.

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  5. you know, I've come to understand that contentment comes from the little things...dirt, chickens, pinto beans. our lives are so simple and uncomplicated. I think about that mess in Washington DC and I can't imagine that any of them are happy or content with all the riches and power they have.

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    1. I have had that same thought, Ellen, and I do believe you are right. In so many ways, our lives are sweeter, better, and richer than any of those DC people will ever personally experience.

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  6. I love the drawing! I did notice Maggie and the egg right away. And I'm glad the B12 shot wasn't traumatizing for anyone involved.

    Those roosters certainly SEEM perfectly happy, but I can't imagine they'll last long in the wild. Hopefully they won't find your house!

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    1. I doubt those roosters will make it all the way to my house but I did think about that, Steve! Yeah. A fox or bobcat will probably get them. But until then- they are free!

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  7. When you've finished the books, maybe you can relive them through the tv show?

    I hope those roosters escape the dangers of the wild. And that your hens don't run away to the jungle with them.

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    1. I keep meaning to google-image the TV show but I don't want those pictures to interfere with the ones in my head. You know? It would be too weird. Maybe after I'm done with reading all of them, as you said.
      I don't think my hens will be tempted to run away. They seem so very, very happy and content these days.

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  8. The main character of the show is *great*. Evil husband-ancestor is very evil. Jamie gets raved about but I can kind of take or leave him. It's all very evocative and Scottish though, I think they did a great job. But haven't read the books, of course - I would definitely finish the books first! Sometimes I can't be bothered watching a tv adaptation, though, I like the keep the world my own and also just feel like I know it already if it's a good and faithful version - it's nice music and visuals etc though. Might be worth a try when you're done. Nothing to lose!

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