Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Dumb, but I keep putting along, anyway...
Homage to the neighbor's very strange guinea hens. He has a whole flock of them, really strange looking birds that have an equally strange call, and can make quite a racket when they want to. I was getting my mail the other day and they followed me home. Chicken Master came out, yelled "get out of the street!", and they all hustled back onto the lawn. Honestly, it's a circus around our neighborhood these days. Or maybe Old MacDonald Farm time, as there are chickens (and a frenetic little rooster) all around me. Couple of goats, too. And then there are the turkeys who stroll by regularly. Sweet.