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In Memoriam


Alas, no. Violence didn’t make it through the weekend.

Happy first day of Spring. Let me tell you about Violence Chicken.

Her name was originally Violet, for Violet Trefusis (her nest mate is named Vita). And because she was technically a lavender. Lavender is one of the possible things that happens when you breed black to white; you get a white bird with a distinctly purplish cast. But, to be honest, she was a terrible lavender — basically a white chicken with a bit of dirty yellow (though she looks pretty magnificent here, with the sun behind her lighting up her fine alpha comb).

The year we got her, I was determined to have a gold partridge. So I found a farm that had them, and got one and that’s Vita. But every chicken needs a buddy, so the farmer said, “which one?” and Uncle B said, “oh, how about that little white one?” and the farmer grabbed her and stuck her in his hands. The look on B’s face!

She was the only chicken I’ve ever had that didn’t mind being picked up and cuddled. But that’s not because she was a nice bird. Oh, no. She was filled with rage. Hence Violence. When I opened the henhouse to check on them at night, all the other chickens would be huddled on the perch as far as from her as they could get, because she was a peck beast. When she was in a mood, she wouldn’t just peck at my hand, she’d grab a piece of skin at the web of my thumb and worry it like a terrier.

I have seen that bird run the entire length of the garden just give my foot a good peck, because I guess I needed a pecking. She would stomp her feet in rage until she actually traveled in a small circle. She was my littlest chicken, but (after Lucia) she was bosslady. And how.

We used to amuse ourselves greeting her with, “hello, Violence — have you solved anything?” And, “I’m sorry, Violence, but you are not the answer.” Because we are easily amused.

She will be missed. Though, I suppose the other chickens will sleep easier at night. Seems poetic justice somehow that I got the first egg of the season on the day we buried her in Chicken Cemetery.

And speaking of mortality — DEAD POOL! Bikeboy has won it with Chuck Berry. This was mighty unfair on dissent, who had David Rockefeller. Death can be so cruel. Back here Friday for Dead Pool Round 96!


Comment from Ric Fan
Time: March 20, 2017, 7:56 pm

Well, this is sad. I hope she didnt suffer. 🙁

Comment from bikeboy
Time: March 20, 2017, 7:57 pm

Sorry to hear about the demise of Violence (the chicken!). I s’pose a new dictator will emerge from the ashes.

Also sorry to hear about the demise of Chuck Berry. In reality, he probably influenced my life as must as ‘most anybody, by putting me on the pathway of rock-n-roll delinquency. (But I’ve enjoyed the pathway!) I’m happy to have won the coveted Dead Pool!! (Obama – Nobel Peace Prize. Bikeboy – S. Weasel Dead Pool. I wouldn’t trade the prize… but I wouldn’t turn down some of that Nobel cash.)

Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: March 20, 2017, 7:59 pm

Sorry to hear of your loss, Stoaty. Violet/Violence sounded like a true personality. Funny how animals can manage that, when a lot of humans are pretty poor company.

For 10 years, almost to the day, Miss Linda had a Siberian cat I’d rescued from a parking lot. Beautiful creamy cat, with fuzzy stripes on head, tail, and legs, and blue blue eyes . . . and she growled at you when you petted her. Which she demanded you do by climbing into your lap, and if you shifted an inch, you got The Growl. She liked other cats, but growled at people — whom she had no intention of living without.

She passed in her sleep at age 11 or so.

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: March 20, 2017, 8:23 pm

“Parting is such sweet sorrow…” Violet, you little pecker.
David Rockefeller was a globalist and proved it:

in Rockefeller’s 2002 autobiography Memoirs he wrote: “For more than a century ideological extremists at either end of the political spectrum have seized upon well-publicized incidents such as my encounter with Castro to attack the Rockefeller family for the inordinate influence they claim we wield over American political and economic institutions. Some even believe we are part of a secret cabal working against the best interests of the United States, characterizing my family and me as internationalists and of conspiring with others around the world to build a more integrated global political and economic structure—one world, if you will. If that’s the charge, I stand guilty, and I am proud of it. – wikipedia

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 20, 2017, 8:29 pm

Birds are interesting. They have way more smarts and personality than they should have, given their little bird brains.

Don’t get me started on corvids!

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: March 20, 2017, 10:27 pm

Well done, bikeboy! My chagrin at being late to the last DP and seeing you’d poached my usual Rocky pick was way more than compensated for by the demise of that nasty and evil old oligarch and statist. May he roast in pieces!

Comment from Mrs Compton
Time: March 21, 2017, 1:38 am

Rest in peace, lovely Violet. Hugs to Stoaty and Badger.

Comment from Niña
Time: March 21, 2017, 2:14 am

Rest in violence, Violet!

I was thinking of her this weekend, and I’m sorry to hear the yogurt and vinegar didn’t work. Your flock is thinning. 😢

Comment from QuasiModo
Time: March 21, 2017, 3:21 am

Sorry to hear about Violet a.k.a. Violence…RIP.

Comment from gromulin
Time: March 21, 2017, 4:03 am

A local morning AM talk show had “Punch violence in the face” bumper stickers a while back. Wish I would have grabbed a few.

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: March 21, 2017, 10:18 am

My next pool pick was going to be Martin McGuinness but he kicked the bucket, today. Currently, the left and MSM are giving this terrorist a real tongue bath.

Comment from BJM
Time: March 21, 2017, 6:23 pm

Aw shucks, I’m sorry to hear about Violence’s departure to the chikken heaven, although in her case Valhalla might be more apt.

Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: March 21, 2017, 7:58 pm

I am sorry. Seems an odd thing to offer condolences concerning a chicken, but a pet is a pet and thus, family.

Comment from Niña
Time: March 21, 2017, 8:23 pm

I bawled for hours as my kids’ pet rat was breathing her last, Steve, so…yes. I felt quite the fool for being so upset about the death of a two dollar hooded rat, but there you have it.

Comment from dissent555
Time: March 22, 2017, 4:27 am

Sorry to hear about Violet.

Comment from J.S.Bridges
Time: March 22, 2017, 6:30 am

Requiscat in pace, Violet/Violence, you ol’ pecker-head…

Condolences on your loss, Ms. Weasel – could’ve been worse, though; could’ve been one of the nicer ones of the flock.

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