Paisley’s Fall Adventure

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The leaves turn golden, the evenings grey
Summer is gone, fall is here to stay
We chickens feel droopy, sleepy, and all
As we slowly get used to the early nightfall.

Lazy Laurie is beginning to molt
Her plucked look gives quite a jolt
While Crazy Cookie covers the cracks with hay
“Gotta stop the draft,” she tells the blue jay.

Oreo, the biggest amongst us girls
Cleans her feathers, the ends she curls
While Paisley is worried, scared of the dark
Any noise makes her jump, even the dog’s bark.

“Now, dear Paisley, there’s nothing to fear
There are no ghosts, it’s wind you hear.”
Oreo tries her best to cheer Paisley up
As she stirs up the ice and water in her cup.

Try as she might, Paisley is not appeased
Lazy Laurie the leader looks none too pleased
Crazy Cookie laughs, her wings she beats
Says, “Wait until the night of trick and treats!”

“For you will see witches, ghouls and ghosts
Frankenstein and lions, in every corner and outposts.”
Paisley stares. Her feathers stand on ends
She marvels at the fearlessness of her friends.

“Quiet, Crazy!” Lazy Laurie frowns and scolds
As a shivering Paisley she cuddles and holds
“Halloween is a time of frolic and fun
And dress up and treats for everyone!”

“Wouldn’t it be fun if we all dressed up?
Went out trick or treating? I would dress as a pup!”
Says Oreo, as she stares at Paisley in delight
“You could be a raven! You are dark as the night!”

Paisley stares at the sky, thinking hard
“I would love to be a raven and fly about the yard.”
Laughs Crazy Cookie, “Well, what do you know?
Find a wolf partner, and trick or treating you go!”

“For wolves and ravens make the best of friends
They play, they share food, and other odds and ends.”
We chickens laugh and jest as the evening light streams
As the night falls slowly. Paisley sleeps and dreams.

The day of trick or treating is finally here
The kids dress up in their Halloween gear
We chickens feel the excitement in the air
We peek out of the coop. Did we just see a bear?!

A movement at the door catches Paisley’s eye
She stares and then she lets out a cry
For she has just spotted a wolf at the door
“My best friend!” she yells, shaken to the core.

Right before our eyes Paisley runs to the fence
She pushes at a rock! Has she lost all her sense?
Before we know it, she has moved the rock aside
To reveal an escape hole that is not too wide.

Little Paisley squeezes out and is gone in a flash
We rush behind her, into the hole we smash
Alas! We are too big to squeeze through
We wring our wings. There’s not much we can do.

The night falls! We hope Paisley returns
Oreo is sad, for her friend she yearns
Just as we are about to give up hope
Paisley is here. No longer we mope.

Lazy Laurie scolds, Crazy Cookie shrugs
As Paisley looks guilty, Oreo hugs
“Sorry sisters. I know I was wrong.
But it was time to explore and come back strong!”

“I followed the wolf. We went for a hunt
Door to door. Back to front
The wolf and I made a perfect team
And that’s not all!” Paisley’s eyes gleam.

She raises her wing. A bag drops
Looking inside Oreo’s eye pops
For treats await, sweet and sour
Paisley is the chicken of the hour.

We laugh, we squeal, we grab bites
Of Paisley’s stash of yummy delights
As Paisley recounts her Halloween walk
We listen, munching, our eyes agog.

At last, it is time for bed
Our happy bellies feel well fed
“Good night ladies. Paisley, great job!
You are now the chicken coop heartthrob.”

Drawings by: Leena Zwart aged 13

Elf land heads to winter

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Life has been slowly moving on here. We feel the void Rosie left. Lots of little things remind us of her. Simplest things such as shopping for lesser food, not having her sleeping in the most unhandy locations, not taking care of her little needs, come back and haunt us.

On to more positive happenings. Halloween came. We did some seriously good pumpkin carvings. Halloween was quiet because both the kids went out with their friends. I must say I was glad. I am not big on trick or treating. We plan to pick up on art and things now that winter is fast approaching.

One big happening is that both Tanya and I are participating in the National November Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). So plenty of writing and research going on at our end.

Johan has been working on the camp. He and Tanya are putting roof panels. Other than that, he has worked on cars and houses.

Tanya is busy with her solar tech classes, her barista job and music.

Leena is busy with school and her many projects. She is majorly into face creams, oils etc and keeps coming up with recipes. I am trying to keep up with the supplies!

Kylo Ren the dog: Hello, one and all. Thanks so much for stopping by. I have been lonesome without my lovely wife. Sometimes I visit her grave, but I never know what to say.

Life has been moving along. Rosie rarely moved at all, but her absence is very much felt. The humans mope about. I try to keep them going. It’s working well. We have gone for nice fall walks. The other day mom, Tanya and Leena took me to the park. They started playing basketball. Man, that’s some huge ball. I tried to catch the ball by jumping atop it with my fore paws. It’s not easy, let me tell you.

As far as shooting the hoops is concerned, best leave it to the humans. I don’t get it. Why would you try to throw the ball through some basket far above in the sky? It makes zero sense. Since you humans seem clueless about how a ball works, allow me to clarify. I will describe the structure and purpose of a ball. Any dog will tell you, a ball should be small, ideally the size of a tennis ball. It can be a bit smaller or bigger, but no bigger than what a standard dog snout can hold. Now, some balls are pointy at the edges, almost like a pillow. They call it a foot ball in these parts, even though that ball never touches a foot. If you have been following my posts, you know what I have to say to that. Humans are strange. Why would a hand ball be called a foot ball? That football is not entirely undesirable. Dogs like to bite it in the middle and run around with it. When we get tired, we drop it and sleep on it like it’s our pillow. So the foot ball, or the pillow ball, is a versatile toy loved by dogs.

But to continue, a standard ball is round and should be sized to be held in a dog snout. Why, you ask, must the size be appropriate for a dog snout? This brings me to the purpose of a ball. No! It’s not to throw into a basket. It is also not to fall over like dominoes having a bad day. The sole purpose of a ball is to be thrown as far as possible so that a dog such as me can run fast and catch it.

Today mom got a tennis ball and threw it at me. It was early morning. I was still groggy. I wasn’t upto running behind the ball. Guess what she did next?! She dipped the ball into my water and then threw it. Wow! Juicy ball! I caught it with glee and played with it for a bit.

The one thing that I notice is that now that Rosie is gone, I feel outnumbered. The human energy is overwhelming the house. I am missing the dog energy. Also, my job of protecting Rosie is gone, which makes me feel lazy and bored. What I miss the most is troubling and playing with Rosie. She never actually played but would bark loud complaints. I used to enjoy our back and forth. Oh, heaven help me.

Daisy the chicken: We saw the day Rosie was sick. We were pasted to the fence, staring at her. The humans were trying to revive her. But the animals always know. This was not looking good. Rosie was taken away. I am a bit upset about this. No one asked for my opinion. At the very least, I should have been allowed to say good bye. I think in their worried state, the humans forgot. Rosie was my girl. She and I had that special bond going. But I could only wish her from afar. Once she got back and was buried, I spent time hanging by her grave.

Lazy Laurie the chicken: Ok Daisy, that’s enough. You have been dustbathing by her grave! Oops sorry. Looks like I hurt Daisy’s feelings. Actually, it’s true. If you have read our previous blogs, you will know. Rosie and Daisy were very close. It was a special animal bond. Rosie loved having us around in her old age. But ultimately she just got too old. I can relate actually. At the ripe old age of 8, I can empathize with how Rosie felt. I am the last left from our original brood. I know my time will come soon and I will reunite with my sisters Baby, Dandelion and Chocolate Sprinkles.

Paisley the chicken: I barely knew Rosie, since we only came here in July. I never thought she was to be feared. In fact, my sisters are more ferocious and scary than Rosie ever was.

I wanted to tell y’all how miserable it is to be the lowest in the pecking order. I am constantly bullied. The humans have actually noticed my compromised status in this group. To help me out, they throw feed in various directions. Unfortunately the chickens chase me wherever I try to get in. The only thing that is in my favor is that I am super fast. I grab food and then I dart right off. Crazy Cookie mentioned the other day that I reminded her of Chocolate Sprinkles, who used to dart about in a similar fashion. All I can say is, Chocolate Sprinkles must have been smart, and the lowest in the pecking order! Oh, wait. The human is here. Run!!!