We wanted to add a couple of chickens to the flock.   But we didn't think it would be because we have to rehome our beloved Mary.  Ultimately, the Rooster.   We still aren't 100% that Mary is a rooster, but he's aggressive, built like a brick house, and beautifully iridescently feathered.  And he appears to be growing spurs on his back legs and saddle feathers. Oh yeah--and he … [Read more...]

It’s a simple little phrase, but the thing that describes how pain or loss feels: heavy heart.  That’s if you are lucky to feel, because sometimes the pain is too much and your body takes over and shuts it down.  And then you’re numb.  You feel nothing, let alone your heart-space. So, if you are lucky enough to feel, it’s a physical thing, not really a metaphor.  It’s like something of heft is … [Read more...]

Kate goes to bed at a decent hour because she has to get up at an unholy hour.   Not me. I usually drag up later once I’m filled up on my fancy pants tv shows.  And let me tell you that I cannot get my fill of homosexual vampires, fairies, and demons lurking in the great Southern bayou.  But my show wrapped in a profusion of violence and people being drained of their lifeblood and I figured it … [Read more...]