Monday, September 29, 2014


I feel like a mother hen hovering over my brood...of chickens.  We never hear them from inside the house.  Never.  Well, except for that one hen we had that cock-a-doodle-doo'd and outed himself as a rooster.  But since then, never. 

But today I could totally hear Fuzzy from inside our house.  I had to go outside to look.  Twice! 

Now our hens haven't started laying yet, but we've been impatiently expecting that to start any time now.  And I'm thinking that maybe, just maybe, Fuzzy feels somethin' a comin'.  Somethin' that without any explanation must feel quite terribly wrong indeed.

Yup, if I were Fuzzy I'd be making those same squawky sounds...without a doubt.

In fact, I'm pretty sure I did make those same squawky sounds about 15 and 19 years ago....

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