Gentle reader, our last home game was a delight. It was a lesson in delayed gratification. I can’t speak for you, but I never lost doubt. The resulting release of emotion was as if I were on Eschscholtz Atoll.
I’m not one to brag, but my hens, of course, picked the victory. I’m also not bitter in the least that Phil West picked a victory as well.
To congratulate San Julius and Wolfie on being such lovely prognosticators, I decided they needed some new bedding. And, in case you have forgotten, poultry happiness and egg production are directly proportional to the amount of the fabric of our lives in their coop.
Coverlets improved, we went into town for some celebratory comestibles. First stop was Juiceland. Over the winter, I discovered that the hens love themselves some ethically sourced extracted fruits and veg. We sauntered up to the counter and placed our orders. I ordered for the chickens: a Tigerlilly.
Packed with greens, the hens slurped this down. Their hearts and bellies were full, so we strolled along the lake downtown. We never tire of the views.
Reader, we spent a delightful couple of hours, perambulating about our fair city. It was at this time that I laid out a blanket for us to sit and watch the world pass us by. It’s my preferred blanket for lazy days. A gift to me from Uncle Tony P. He always knows both what I need as well as what I want.
So, we stretched out together, with me creating more vitamin D than I’d ever need and the hens warming their feathers. I soon pulled out one of my favorite snacks. Wolfie looked quizzically at me, as if asking what I had. I began to explain they were salted caramels.
When the word “salt” slipped from my lips, Wolfie snapped her head and locked my eyes. Our chakras aligned and minds melded. She tipped her head at the salt and then turned to the lake. She then hopped once to the left. Looking right, she stomped once on a red square on the blanket and stood still. Absolutely still.
Uh-oh, my dears, I understand.
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