This morning when I went out to open up the hen house and chicken coop, after I'd thrown some scratch around and watched the birds peck and scratch for a bit, I noticed that Maurice was laying on the chair by the clothesline where I set the clothes basket when I am hanging the laundry. She often comes outside to watch my morning ritual of freeing the chooks. Neither cat has ever shown a great deal of interest in the chickens nor have the chickens ever shown a great deal of interest in the cats. But Jack and Maurice do seem to be entertained by the birds in a very leisurely sort of way and let's face it- there's not a whole lot else around here to be entertained by.
But this morning, it seemed to me that Alice, in the picture above, suddenly noticed Maurice and had to examine her. I held my breath, getting my phone out and quickly got the best shot I could get which was not very good but still- you get the drift. And then, before I could put the phone back into my apron pocket, this happened.
Angela joined her sister in the inspection. At this point, Maurice looks a bit disturbed, does she not? And then she backed up in the chair as if she was suddenly aware that chickens are actual creatures with thoughts and intents of their own and she was not sure what the thoughts and intents of these two particular hens might be.
Anyone who thinks that chickens are dumb and without thoughts is simply wrong. Chickens use logic as well as intuition and observing the way they go about their days is absolutely one of the most entertaining things for me.
As we all know.
They definitely have their own friend groups and spend all of their time in those groups, even as they are part of the entire flock. I imagine that the politics of the flock is far more complex than even I can imagine and the rooster has to keep track of it all. It's pretty cool.
My pain this morning had decreased noticeably and I felt almost like my old self, energy-wise. A subtle shift, but certainly real. It occurred to me that the reason might perhaps be because I did almost nothing yesterday. And so I thought I'd repeat that experiment today and this evening my pain seems even less.
I hung some clothes but a very small load and carrying them to the line in the basket did not hurt me. It's funny how some things trigger pain and others just don't. I was absolutely going to clean the hen house but pulling the garden cart which rolls like a dream just hurt.
So I didn't do it.
I actually left the yard to go and check on some things at the neighbors' yard as they are out of town and by golly! Tomorrow I may walk to the post office. There's not a damn thing wrong with my legs aside from the still-frightening hematoma on the right one, but I think I am being a bit overly cautious. I keep thinking, "What if I fall again?" and I've just got to get over that. In all of my years of walking I doubt I've fallen twice. If that.
And so the day has gone easily and I found myself sleepy after reading in the chair for awhile and set my book down and took a nap for the first time in almost two weeks.
I may regret that tonight but it was raining and Mr. Moon was reading through a contract on the couch and Maurice was settled beside me and it was so nice.
And speaking of Mr. Moon.
That's a awful, terrible picture but I shot it from far away and he was moving. He's gotten that old tractor running, the hydraulics working, and is ready to go disc the food plot for his winter hunting. He's watched a hundred YouTubes on the repairs he needed to make, he's studied manuals, he's worked and thought and figured and worked some more. He amazes me.
And tonight we're going to eat some of the field peas he grew and shelled.
Because I can, I'm going to give you this picture of August and Levon that Jessie sent me well over a week ago.
The boys were thrilled because their almost-feral cat allowed them to pet him.
And this picture I took today.
Blue sky vine. Isn't it pretty? It grows on the fence in the front yard and if I hadn't gone across the street I would have missed its short life.
I think I am going to make some cornbread tonight. Sounds good, doesn't it?
And oh. I'm trying an experiment and using a larger font. I am getting old and it's just easier and probably a reaction to those weeks of typing on my phone. Let me know what you think about that.
As always, thank you.