Yes. Probably just one. (I definitely wasn’t meant to be a farmer person.) What I miss is that when it gets to be late in the day and I still haven’t written my blog and my mind has gone blank… there were always chicken antics. Or chicken disasters. Or chicken arguments. They were a great source of inspirational (or not) blog material.
Now… not so much as a cluck-cluck-cluck to set the computer keys a click-click-clicking. For a few weeks, the barn swallows’ nests on the front and back porches took up a little of the slack. But, the the front porch trio seem to have fledged and flown without even a by-your-leave. They were cute while they lasted but they’ve given me a fine mess to clean up — certainly not worth blogging about. And Mr. and Mrs. on the back porch with their two-story nest have made bird-watching and bird-blogging impossible. Clever parents good blog material do not make.
The garden is coming along but (sh! don’t let the flowers hear me), this year it’s one of those quiet, non-spectacular gardens — not much to really blog about. Not like Slutvana and Little Red Hen and all the other ladies of the coop. And certainly not like those cocky, scary roosters.
Do I want another flock? Just a small one? Not on your tintype! I just want to bitch and moan…