I just found this post I never published from 2015. It made me miss my chickens. A LOT. I don’t miss the 5:00 a.m. crowing. I don’t miss late night bumblefoot operations. I don’t miss giant chicken snakes (or small chicken snakes for that matter). I don’t miss chicken poop. I don’t miss panic attacks whenever I saw a stray dog, soaring hawk or prowling bobcat. I don’t miss nasty chicken waterers. I don’t miss unexpected funerals. Raccoon attacks. Rooster fights.
Do you ever feel like if you don’t speak, write or scream you may explode? And you’re not exactly sure what you want to say? Or write? Or scream? That’s how I’ve felt most of this pleasant Sunday morning. Something itching under the surface, roiling under the skin and slamming around the edges of my skull. It’s maddening actually, because it isn’t tangible. It’s just……there.
Hey y’all, happy Monday. I know it’s Monday because I have a job that hasn’t been canceled, for that I am grateful. You know what else I am grateful for? Crepes. Crepes are one of my favorite things ON EARTH. They are light, lovely bits of heaven on a breakfast plate. You can have them…
Hey y’all! It’s Sunday morning, about 7:54. Okay, it’s not ‘about 7:54’. It IS 7:54. My husband and step-son just left for Kingsville and will be gone a week. My littlest person, while awake, has been sent on a chore mission. And I am off work today. From all my jobs. This never happens. I…
I promised y’all a walk soon and here it is! I suppose 97% of Americans who aren’t at work on Memorial Day spend it at the lake. I am not part of the 97%. First of all, I can’t swim. I sink like a rock. Secondly, I’m REALLY white. Like, blindingly and I don’t want…
Highly ambitious, I set out with a goal of walking 5 miles this bright, blue September morning. A goal I reached in about an hours time. I could go faster, but then I’d miss all the lovies along the way! Here is what I saw. I guess all my lamenting over lack of mushrooms a…
There is a lot of hype about gender these days. Boys, girls, men, women, other, used to be, identify with both, whatever. I am a girl. Or, at nearly 35 years old I guess I should call myself a woman. But that just sounds funny to me. I identify with ‘girl’. So there! Ha! I…
Once upon a time there was a girl. She had a wooden bench on her porch and a dirty front door. She decided to clean the front door. The wasp housed under the wooden bench decided to attack. The husband spat tobacco on the sting. The friend drowned it in essential oils. The piano teacher…
I am sitting on my new-to-me sofa. It is in my new living room and I’m staring at a blank wall that will one day house a book shelf, television, various geodes, paintings and an elk shed or two. Two only if I find another one, ha! I have the internet. It is amazing. We aren’t…
Hello everyone! I can’t believe it’s been almost 2 months since I’ve been able to blog. Lots has happened, including but not limited to the following. A) I painted my front door green. B) It’s a bad, bright green therefore I am going to have to repaint it. C) The cows are settled in their new…
The Wicked Chicken 