I am not even sure where to start, There is a minimum of 5 blogs worth of angst & humor & witty one liners I would like to deposit on this page, but I cannot fathom why anyone would sit in front of their computer long enought o read it. So, I will do my best to sumerize the events of the last few days w/o butchering out the best parts too badly K?
Let's start with this; THERE SHALL NEVER AGAIN BE A MOTHERS DAY celebrated at our house. There, I said it out loud. This past Sunday was quiete possibly the most horrific holiday I have yet to be force fed. I will not go into explicit detail, but suffice to say Layla's PMS and burdgeoning hormones are going to get her killed. Yes, killed. Or at least, sold into slavery somewhere or bartered for canned goods...something. Kieren and Owyn saved the day by adeqautely kissing up and spoiling me and smothering me with kisses and "I love you's" at every turn. Suck up's. Aint it great? They see one sibling screw up royally and they circle like vultures trying to get your favor and sign (the sibs) death warrant. it's almost comical and yet sad at the same time.
From this disastrous Farce of a Holiday we acquired our "house chicken" ESME. Esme is one of our Sicilian Buttercups. A heritage breed from Sicily, that I stumbled upon with dumbluck, needless to say they are special. Everything comes in 3's my irish Grandma always said and damned if she wasn't right. Particularly this past wknd. First Layla lost her mind temporarily, Edd forgot to water my gardens & animals when he let me sleep in way too late and the magice number 3-the buttercups and guinneas ran out of water and food and 
began to fight and thusly I found Esme lying crusted in blood,half dead and dehydrated.
I rushed her inside and cleaned her wounds with Layla's assistance. We made her an electrolyte solution and placed her in warm towels from the microwave. it didn't look very promising and my mood grew more doar by the second. When I left to pick up Edd from work at 6, i fully expected a corpse to be wrapped int hat towel when I got home. The phone calls from Kieren updating the Buttercups condition for me didn't raise my hopes any however, when I returned home Esme was hopping around the house and chirping cheerfully!
began to fight and thusly I found Esme lying crusted in blood,half dead and dehydrated.She rode on my shoulder all evening and tried to sleep there when I turned in for the night! I made up a medium dog kennel for her with fresh hay and feed and water and covered her with a towel. She slept quietly thru the night and greeted us with chirps and twitters bright and early. Layla dubbed ESME which is french for "LOVED" and she has become our house chicken. She will live in a large birdcage when she is not riding on our shoulders or terrorizing the cat or scratching in her wn private chicken yard outside Laylas room. She will wear chicken diapers,yes diapers. She is very affectionate and loving and refuses to go outside. She's had enough of flock life I guess.
Our new roosters Steven & Joey are doing well, frustrated but well. They are confined to their own residence and yard away fromt the hens and thusly they are none too happy for it. Edd and I prefer to use a select breeding or confined breeding method, thereby giving us the correct genetic code for our hatchlings. In other words, no MUTT chickens. We want to preserve the Heritage breeds pure bloodlines so lecherous young roosters must be kept in check. They make the fiercest growling sounds too. Sorta like a veloceraptor! It's uinnerving late at night when you're half asleep walking the dogs, but they are actually very timid. We picked up 2 ofour 8 bunnies that we bartered for today. They are Copper Satins and they are so beautiful. We worked off their cost already so we are just waiting as each pairing gets weaned to pick them up. They were orphaned early so we have them indoors for climate control until they are old enough to handle the severe heat of a Florida summer.
OH! before I forget, 2 nights ago as we were cleaning the yard and raking up for the day I heard Owyn singing a little song and the beat was kinda catchy. Now I admit I wasn't giving it my full attention, more like listening to someone talk under water,absorbed in my own thoughts of the day. The roosters were crowing and we had been joking about all the "cocks" in our yard and laughing like 4th graders about it. All at ONCE, Edd,myself,Layla & Kieren all stopped & listened,for the first time apparently, to Owyns little diddy she was gaily chanting at the top of her lungs as she danced in circles,"COCKS-COCKS WE GOT COCKS! LOTS OF COCKS-WE GOT COCKS!" over and over and over again. How had we missed this? I quikly told her that it wasn't apprpriate for her to SCREAM that word in the front yard, and of course she asked ,"why?" I explained it's another funny word for a boys penis, and her jaw dropped literally and her cheeks flushed and she looked at me with a sly little grin and shook her fist & we all fell down laughing !!! OMG! I nearly peed my pants, okay I did , a little. But hey! I have had 4 kids, gimme a break ok?
Now to be serious for just a moment, the events of Saturday the 6th, were enought o make a Mother forget herself and behave very badly. My daughter has a friend (she's appeared on this blog in photos) and they have known each other for almost 11 years. Been BFF's for most of that. We know all the dirt on each others families , been thru a divorce or 2 on each side and countless other intimate bonding delights. On Saturdday the Mother of this child informed my Layla that her daughter was not allowed to come to our home again ever because,and I quote,"of where we live, it's to rural and I have heard about random shootings taking place out there-everyone has a gun". DUH! we live in the woods, you HAVE TO PROTECT your ANIMALS AND YOUR FAMILY from wild life for chrissakes. It's not like people are packing assault weapons and grenades, it's not BOSNIA my Lord! Layla was so freakin hurt, watching her sob all the way home tore me to pieces. There is no sound sadder, than that of a childs heart breaking...
Of course, it is all my fault for moving her here to the sticks and this inevitably set the stage for Sundays disasterous behavior. Has this tarnished the appearance of our farms appeal for me? No, not a chance. Has it made me regret my decision to move here and get back to basics? No way! if anything it has confirmed for me that it was the right choice and that it will weed out the "friends" I no longer need or the that have no place in my life any longer. Only the true friends will be here when the dust settles. The ones I can count on thru thick and thin. My REAL FRIENDS. Hers too, she see it now and she understands small minded people, but it doesn't change the hurt it caused, or the stress it generated for a full 48 hrs. People are disappointing. But life goes on. We choose to move forward and leave them behind in their miserable lives filled with toxic love and fear.
We plan to evolve BEYOND. ONE DAY and ONE BLOG at a time.
Good night, sleep well, I will ;)
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