Ready, Set, Done.Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.
My hens, Betty and Wilma, are late with the rent. I was expecting eggs by about 18 weeks. They’re 23 weeks old now and I’ve found only one sorry egg, broken and buried under the dirt. That was weeks ago. My neighbor, who has lots of chickens, says that’s normal. I’m keeping an eye out, in the raspberry bushes, behind the wheelbarrows; who knows where they might drop one?!
I’m enjoying the chickens, even if they’re not putting out. They’re good company; talkative and curious. They follow me around the yard and watch what I’m doing. When I sit in a chair, they sit in a chair. Sometimes they even sit in my lap, but that’s rare.
The store-bought henhouse got a winterization make-over. Mr. Raven cut boards to cover the wire mesh walls. He installed a big window on one side and a light fixture inside, for extra heat on really cold days.
It’s not adorable, like those high-end princess hen houses, but it’ll be warm and dry inside.
I thought the mountain bluebirds might go south after the cold snap we had, but they waited until the sun lined up with the equator.
They began their migration on the equinox! Did they know???
I found a little park, when I was following yard sale signs. The park is on a little island, surrounded by a brackish slough. I asked a fellow fishing there, “What do you catch in here?”
“Want to see?”, he asked.
He leaned into the back of his truck and pulled out this pike.
He saw I was packing a camera. “You want to take a picture?” he asked.
Of course I wanted to take a picture! I’d never seen a big-assed pike before. I offered to send him a copy and I think he was glad to have a picture of the biggest pike he’d caught all summer. I was glad I got to see it.