A shift during "mid-life" finds me out of the suburbs and out in the country. To supplement the gardening chores and grocery list I have acquired chickens and discovered the misadventures one can have living in a "foreign" land.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Chicken west side story (a chicken ballet)
The scene opens panning over trees, grass, across a pond surface, up a slope and in the distance we hear a rooster crow! A short hesitation and there is an answering crow. It's early morning, the sun hasn't even peeked over the horizon and the rooster crows again, followed by a quick response. It's early morning in the chicken yard. Dew glistens on the wire fencing. Across one coop, in chicken, is sprayed the word "JETS", across another... "SHARKS". And a rooster crows.
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Do we need Paul Harvy to return for the rest of the story?
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