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Sunday, February 19, 2012

Abandoned

image:  Mary Anne Potter
http://fromthestarcatcher.blogspot.com/

Abandoned

The place you thought you were, was an illusion.
The pictures on the walls were lovingly created inside your mind,
tended with care and the light whisper of your fingers upon them.
Now, you see the dreams have shattered, leaving sharp pieces on the floor
where you step on them by mistake, and open a new wound.

The walls behind which you carry out your little life,
did not shelter you when the storm came, nor keep you safe.
This farm to which you came, so filled with hope and life,
has stripped that hope from you with each passing day,
and mocked you as it stood in defiance of your effort.

Dark tendrils grew, spreading decay that eclipsed the light,
a sharp talon that pulled away the cocoon of comfort and warmth
leaving you bare and cold, alone in the night,
save for a bundle of photographs tied with a red ribbon
as a reminder of your folly.

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Writing prompt from the creative writing blog
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/


I wrote this poem today to mark the passing of a chapter of my life.  Richard has decided not to continue with our relationship, and I am struggling to make sense of what lies ahead.  The reasons I left Iowa, returned to Canada, and started a fresh life, have been unceremoniously ripped from me, one by one.  I am cast adrift, and do not know where my boat will land.  It is a dark time indeed.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Snowbirds

No, I'm not talking about people who go from Canada to the southern US for several months each year, although they are snowbirds of a different sort.  Today, I'm talking about chickens.  Chickens in the snow.  We had quite a bit of snow fall in the area recently - probably about 12 inches or so.
The chickens have not been impressed.  Actually, they have all stayed in the coop, where I fed them for the past 4 days, peering out of the door from time to time with a glassy eye, and retreating to the safety of the wooden roosts.

Today, it was a little warmer - above freezing even!  I had to go out into the fenced area where the chickens generally roam in order to put some wood into the basement for the wood furnace.  The flock watched me as I traipsed through the coop, decked out in my insulated coveralls and heavy gloves.  I think they thought I was quite mad to be going out in that sea of white.
I have a feeling that chickens are very uneasy about stepping into the snow because they can't judge its depth and they could just fall down into it and not be able to get out.  I trudged around the yard a bit making little paths with my feet, so that they could putter around out there in the sun.  They refused to follow.

I decided it was high time for them all to get out into the sun so I went back into the coop and shooed everybody outside.  This caused a cacophony of aggrieved cackling and flapping, but out they went.  Some of them went onto the steps quite timidly, but others burst out the coop door in a cannonball-like effort of feathers and feet.  I hadn't quite anticipated that level of enthusiasm, nor had I anticipated that several of them would fly directly up into the tree, presumably to avoid the snow.
Others flew directly to the wood pile, to take a front row seat in observing the action.
Three of the roosters clustered together on a branch that I felt sure would break, but it didn't.
And two crazy, flustered hens actually flew over the fence and out into the snow on the other side, where they sat looking surprised and a little distressed.  It was time for a chicken recovery operation.

The first of the candidates was one of my lovely golden-laced Polish hens, named Thistle.  She was in snow that was several inches deep and as I approached, she began to look somewhat alarmed, but was unable to escape her snowy situation.
I quickly picked her up and she didn't seem to mind being carried back to the yard.
I popped her over the fence, thinking she would muddle her way through the snow to join her fellow hens.

I set off after my second escapee - Almondine - a cross breed bantam hen.  She was hiding behind a tree, keeping a wary eye on my approach.
"Oh bother," I could nearly hear her say, "she's seen me!"
 She hastily beat a retreat, not wanting to be picked up and carried back to the flock.
Chickens are funny to watch when they run under any circumstances.  Chickens running in the snow are simply hilarious.  They are like cartoon characters who are nearly falling over at every step.  Still, she got away from me because I had to be mindful where I was stepping, lest I end up in my own snowy cocoon!
 She left behind trails of wing marks in the snow, which I thought were quite beautiful.
Anyway, I eventually caught up to her and corralled her against the fence, where I nimbly (?) grabbed her and carried her to the fence, whereupon she flew out of my grasp and rejoined her flock.
By this time, I thought that Thistle would have done the same, but upon investigation, she was still sitting on the correct side of the fence, in deep snow, looking pathetic.  Another rescue...
Once she was back with the others, I turned my attention to those in the trees.
The tree chickens had left evidence of their ability to get out of the trees and find their way back to the coop.  Here I present the classic signs of a "chicken landing strip."  You can see the initial landing location with the deeper footprints and then the wing marks from the move out of those deep foot holes so that the path back to the coop was accessible.
Buttercup insisted on showing me her clean bloomers.
I spent a couple of hours putting in firewood, after having pried apart the frozen pile of cut logs using a crowbar and ice chopper, under observation all the time of course.
But, at the end of my work, I was rewarded with two "real" hen fruits, nestled among the wooden eggs my Dad made for the nesting boxes.
I do hope the chickens enjoyed their time outside despite the snow.  At least they had some entertainment while they basked in the sun!