It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Friday, March 19, 2010
For Jan, who's always asking about Squeeky
Hey! Who let the chickens out? They are in my garden again. Look at this. Dirt all over the place!
Napoleon? Can you please keep your girls in line? Do they have to make such a mess. I know you're a bantie rooster and most of the hens are twice as big as you ,but you've got those big spurs on your feet. Do some serious @$$ kicking and get them under control.
...and where is Squeeky? My little bantie who always thinks the sky is falling? She's all broody again, but this time she's "setting" her own eggs so I guess I will leave her alone and let her try. Last year she just wanted to sit on all the big eggs and would never leave the nest. What a problem child she is. Why wouldn't she want to be outside, in the beautiful weather, with the rest of the flock. Look at her! Such a pretty little, confused chicken, but I love her.
And I leave you with this...
Why did the chewing gum cross the road?
Because it was stuck to the chicken.
It's that kind of day....