I am the thin line
where the water breaths in the desert
and the desert breaths out the water
where in the witching hour
hollow, echoing laughter
rises and falls
like a stone on that water
rippling up through my veins
and emerging as the
heart stone in my palm.
More downy magic has come to our home. Ten tweeting, incredibly individual chicks are here to round out the family. I debated whether or not to censor out the chicken poop but decided against it as you are all big boys and girls and can handle the harsh realities of hobby-farm-in-the-making life. Right?
Get a load of the racing stripe on the one to the far left!! I claimed first dibs at naming them. One is "Owl". One is Jesse James (long story...). I'm sure that somewhere in the brood there is a Bentley and a Gershwin...wait...they're all pullets (hens in waiting). I have no girly names picked out!! Maybe I'll have to have a little name contest here in a bit though it's likely and probable that the girls will "tell" ME what they want to be named. What's in a name....the whole world can be squeezed into a few vowels smashed between some consonants. I'd LOVE to hear your ideas!
I just can't get over the face on this one.
Here is Owl.
And here is Jesse James. The tiniest of them all but certainly NOT the most docile.
Just look at the speckled face on this sweet girl!! They are going to be such lovely girls with their beautiful tan and sage and robins-egg-blue eggs.
And of course there's the biggest mother hen of them all...nub tail a'waggin and tongue busy with chicky butt cleaning. It's a dirty job but SOMEBODY'S got to do it.