Beneath the Wraps

        Another member joined the fowl menagerie team. Well, no.  Not quite.  Joining would imply that he would travel in their pack – which he does not.  He seems to keep to himself.  There also appears to be a puzzled look on his face – but perhaps it ’ s just the mask he wears that is throwing me off.  I wouldn't have even known it was a pheasant if Roland hadn't said anything (He was the first one to spot the pheasant and then Jenna.)  If Roland hadn't said anything I would have thought that he was a rooster trying to disguise himself.   It wasn't long ago when Jenna and I watched a goose imitate a flamingo.   The goose standing on one leg         The pheasant stands by himself – sometimes observing the other chickens.   His cry is worse than Mitch ’ s. I don ’ t know what he ’ s thinking.   I can only guess.   Jenna took this one with her cell phone  ...

          I don ’ t know how many posts I ’ ve created about the fowl creatures that come into our yard.  The turkeys were still around after Thanksgiving but seemed to disappear before Christmas.  The hens have seemed to multiply though their eggs have not.  I haven ’ t seen any roosters except for Mitch who seems to be the source of the “ pighen demon ” call.  Trying to sound like Bruce whom I thought had vanished but did see him the other day.  He ’ s not as annoying as Mitch.         Jenna was told by the owner ’ s son that the black rooster was named Bruce.   I don ’ t know if he personally gives the animal names or if they really do have names.   They are not pets after all – except for maybe Miss Piggy who looks like she could win tons of blue ribbons for the tons of weight she must have put on.   Roland ’ s special name for the pig is “ Chris P. Bacon ” though not an original...

           My aunt had a Scottish Terrier when she was ten years old – or perhaps Heather was a family dog.   I barely remember the pet dog.    I of course don't have a picture of Heather but copied the photo from this site: Grandma and Grandpa had planned to take my aunt to Europe and had asked mom and dad to house sit while they were gone. Taking care of Heather was part of the deal.           My mom had not grown up with pets nor seemed fond of them.   Grandpa had left instructions and told my mom that Heather needed to have two fried eggs each morning.   Mom said there was no way she was going to fix eggs for a dog and so my dad made the eggs for Heather each morning during their stay.           Whenever Roland cooks eggs for the dog I always think of that experience that mom had shared with me.   For the most part Bonnie will get...

  There was frost on the ground and so were the chickens.   I don ’ t understand the draw.     The roosters have gotten brave enough to approach us. They will look at us in the same manner as Bonnie asking, “ Why don ’ t you feed me? ”   At least Bonnie has an excuse to look at us that way.   She has been placed in our care after all.   The fowl are all trespassers.   They are not our responsibility. I have seen their owners feed them but evidently we have better grass, better bugs, better vittles somehow.   The roosters have discovered the bird seed carelessly fallen to the ground knocked over by greedy birds eating from the bird feeder.   Roland thinks it is his job to feed all of the stray animals except for the deer.   The fowl are welcome in our yard.   The deer are not.   Right now we don’t have anything that the deer would be inter...