today i thought about chickens all day. chooks as my Australian sisters call them. I think i'd call them chooks too. This because i have only a half dozen eggs left and it will not be till the Light truly begins to Return that i can get more. Everyone who has chickens this time of year only has enough eggs for themselves. No excess. Jan, the Dog Trainer, no excess and her chickens lay in secret places all the time anyway making the possibility of any at all for me, slim. So chickens. But as with Everything, there is a front and a back. The Front of Chickens is that they are Funny and Interesting and they give good FOOD. The Back is that they would love to tear up the Goat feed in the Albatros which is totally Open across it's front. It's their shit that would be the problem, really. So...am thinking, i guess i could tarp it all the time? Would that work?...???
but i thought too about how it might feel if there actually was another human being here, in this space with me, the term "husband" indicating relationship, but really, could be male or female. so lets use the word Partner. It would mean that right now, when the only sound there is is of the wood burning in the wood stove, there might instead be
conversation
if i were to find a partner, which i have done in the past, but then for hormonal reason, if i did find a partner, i would need to be prepared to compromise so much of what i hold dear. Like Silence. Like total Silence. Like not having a single, no matter how loving, interruption to any of my thought spaces. Everyone has thought spaces and what if the Other wanted to share their thought space? and i was so contentedly in my own....???? sounds kind of Selfish but.....
Tay and i dug out the hoses that give water to the Goats. Mid day, they thawed and we ran water. I cheered and Tay ran around. We have hung the hoses from the trees and across the Old Cowboy's lawn furniture. Tomorrow, more SUN so it should stay ok.
We unSnowed one of the wood ash pots and cleaned out the stove
and if you are thinking that the wood is HEAVY and you are kind of getting whiney about hauling it in, get one of these. They go through the snow like nobody's business and Tay likes to bite the wheels
the little soggy path to the Wood Pile
but all day, Tay and i did what we needed to do. We were good company, this lesbian dog and me. Really, just Good enough, us. Silent, together, working, getting it done. and now she lies with Chinche and even Tazmeena is with them. All three. I'll see if i can take a pic of them, next to the wood stove and it is so so everlovingly QUIET. The Quiet is stunningly excellent. So...maybe chickens. Chooks.
Here is a pic for Mary lou ....the eyes, that aren't really cross eyed
here's the pic
can you see them?...it's hard to see Tazmeena, closest to the wood stove
