Wrinkly Bits
A Blog by Gail Cushman
On the third day of Christmas, my true love brought to me -Three French hens? Does he mean plain old chickens, as in clucking and crowing, laying eggs, and pooping everywhere. I don’t know a French chicken from an American chicken and wonder how to differentiate. Do the French hens wear berets and striped shirts? Do they crow in French? Would they enjoy sitting at an outdoor café drinking coffee from a wee cup?
We were in Key West last spring, and learned about Key West chickens. They are everywhere, and protected by law. Also called Gypsy Chickens, they are free roaming, and wander about, clucking, crowing, pooping, and looking for food. They are seeking something to nibble on, but if you feed them, you are subject to a fine…$250. Holy hen poop.
Back to the French hens, which will be joined by the other birds from Days 1 and 2. I don’t think chickens will fill my Christmas wish list and I’m not fond of eggs, so I have three other Montana items, right here in my yard, as I looked outside. The three were standing near the house, three whitetail deer, a mama and two babies, twins maybe. They are graceful with big brown eyes that are wide open, looking for Cody. Their nimble legs stand ready to leap across the fence, and best of all, they don’t crow or cluck. They are quiet and a pleasure to watch. I’ll take ‘em, Cowboy!
Tomorrow: Four calling birds…good grief, what am I going to do with all these birds? Cowboy, I think we need a chicken coop! Right next to the pear tree orchard!
Speaking of my true love and what he brings to me, we wrote a book, Loving Again A Guide to Online Dating for Widows and Widowers. This is our story, how two old people, young at heart and out for adventure met on the internet. And how I ran off and married a cowboy! It’s on my website: gailcushman.com
