I can’t think of a good title for this post, so you can make up your own. Really, have at it. Call it anyting you want.
I have stopped listening to the news. I get a tidbit here and there, but I only find it depressing and I can’t think of a good reason to torture myself. I get on the phone and call the people those I trust reccomend, but that’s about it. Clearly competence is no longer a requirement for high office, so why lament when people unsuited for the positions they’ve been nominated for get in?
To Hell in a handbasket comes to mind.
In other news, a dog ate two of my hens and has been terrorizing the remaining hen and rooster. The owner seems contrite and has stopped bringing her one dog to the stable across the road. But I’ve seen tracks and I do think her other dog has also gotten a taste for chicken. I’m kind of despondent. Those chickens would follow me around. They came when called.
This is why I should not have vulnerable creatures. They become my pets and then I’m upset when they die. Henrietta was small and plucky and laid the cutest little eggs. Lellow was hilarious. My rooster is traumatized and my last hen stopped laying for a while.
I can’t decide if I should just give the last two away. The dog broke into the barn, and couldn’t get into the hen house, but ripped up the screen and scared the chickens. The bottom of the door is glass and there were paw prints all over it. We’ve shored up the outer barn door, but still. If I knew someone who’d treat them like pets and not eat them, I think I’d give them away. But no one wants a rooster, especially on that’s gone a little off his rocker. Poor guy.
Okay. I must go write.
Tell me what you’ve titled this post. I’m interested.