Beneath the Wraps

  On March 12 I posted the following to my facebook page To which I received this comment: “I think most towns’ chicken ordinances say NO roosters within the city limits.   Just because of the noise.” My reply was that we just don’t seem to fit into that “most town” mold.   Two days later we received a knock on our door from a very angry homeowner that I didn’t even recognize.   She came here to complain about our chickens.   I told her the chickens are not ours.   She didn’t believe me.   I get it.   They do seem to spend far much more time in our yard than they do their own and will follow Roland around as though he is the Pied piper.   Roland is allergic to feathers.   Go figure. I don’t think I even knew they were there until the end of July – perhaps just before.   It doesn’t appear I made mention of them in my blog until August 2 – though I refer to the pigs more than the chickens.   Jenna and I had walked around ...

                I have used the above picture in an earlier post.   My first post in February 2012 – the year I started my blog.   The post itself had nothing to do with the picture.   Let me relate what really happened and why Jenna is making this face.             As I mentioned in a more recent post we used to walk everywhere – though Kearns offered more destinations than anything in West Valley or Myrtle Creek.  We did not walk to the library often as we had to cross a busy street, but Jenna had not taken a nap and would be in need of one and usually the walk to the library and back wore her out.              I would always hold Jenna’s hand when we were out on walks – especially when crossing streets – especially the busy one. She insisted on crossing 5400 on her own.  No way!  What kind of a m...