of re-beginnings and the state of the wannabefarm
This weekend, my gun slingin' super hero and i were compelled to give attention to the apparently declining mental health of our lone surviving chicken of the great hawk invasion of 2012. This action was much advanced by the observation that our darling had not descended from her rafter roost for many hours after daylight - and by her despondent stare at the yummy chicken treats we used to try to lure her down. After we discovered her survival last week, i asked for suggestions to name her, since she has earned a note of singularity worthy of a name, due to her miraculous perceived resurrection. I had three suggestions, which were lovely, and i ignored all of them and named her "Chance." It's the alliteration, mostly, " Ch ance the Ch icken," and that i was simply not feeling a lot like giving her a regular, feminine girl's name. Thank you for your suggestions. :) Saturday, being my first reasonable chance to get Chance some company, i ...