Saturday, November 07, 2009


Yesterday afternoon found me with unusual optimism for the future of my class of '09 debutantes when I opened the coop door and tore down the mesh barrier to their just walking out. It took no time at all for them to escape their seven month home schooling and test their training on the real world. I am quite gratified that, with only one warnining, Priest was satisfied to observe them rather than attempt to eat the chicks he watched grow more constantly than I.

They have yet to encounter the dags, which were in Donna's house for the three hours they were out before returning to roost at their usual shade of evening, but seeing them keeping to the the 12' x 8' area of proximity to one another within which they spent their previous life even while they roamed all over the garden area, I imagine they will hold their own en masse.

The setting sun catches their exotic feather colors and patterns to perfection, if only my camera did.

I swear, I must be psychic. Watching this a couple of times after I slapped it together by equating giving the chicks the right to roam the same ground I do with Democracy, loving Leonard Chohen's song by that name and quickly publishing it I noticed the music sounds just like a bunch of chickens to me. Then again, maybe I'm not psychic at all, merely psychotic.


Brian Miller said...

FREEDOM! congrats on the graduation.

Anonymous said...

wishing them all of the best in their new encounters....


Lilwave said...

I'm just wondering which one will compete with Priest to gain the best snuggle spot against you at night. LOL
Kudo's to Priest for controlling his instincts. What a sweet kitty. I pray blessings over them on their new adventure.
Do they like you to pet them?

LOL my Word verification is:krypen