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She did it again

Only this time, she was so high in the tree I couldn’t get her down. I had to leave her up there. It was the coldest night of the Winter so far, so I kept tiptoeing out to check on her. Then I got up at first light to check on her again.

When I got home from work in the afternoon, she was STILL up there. So I got on a ladder, used the extended loppers to clear a path, poked her in the chest with a garden hoe until she climbed aboard, and gave her a gentle elevator ride to the ground.

I feel like I’ve been beaten up. All that exertion with my arms over my head, you see.

Well, she’ll get her comeuppance. We’re entering a complete poultry lockdown in a week. Bird flu. Yes, it includes tiny backyard flocks.

It’s to minimize contact between livestock and wild birds, who spread it across nations. We’ve done a full lockdown once before while I’ve kept chickens.

It was miserable. They bitched all day long.

Comments


Comment from Skandia
Time: December 7, 2020, 9:26 pm

Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I’m free


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: December 7, 2020, 9:43 pm

@ Skandia:

Nailed It !!!!!


Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: December 7, 2020, 10:18 pm

ExpressBold – Free Bird would work also.

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on now
‘Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see

But if I stay here with you, girl
Things just couldn’t be the same
‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change


Comment from durnedyankee
Time: December 7, 2020, 10:23 pm

Cuchara el pollo
I’m just a bird in the sky
Cuchara el pollo
Over the hedges I fly
No one can take
my freedom away

I can feel the morning sunlight
I can smell the new-born hay
I hear Weasel’s voice a calling
From my golden sky-light way

Cuchara el pollo
I’m just a bird in the sky
Cuchara el pollo
Over the hedges I fly
No one can take
my freedom away


Comment from durnedyankee
Time: December 7, 2020, 10:29 pm

Glad she’s okay though – 2020 don’t need no more grief.


Comment from Ripley
Time: December 8, 2020, 12:48 am

Avian solidarity in Covid.


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: December 8, 2020, 3:20 am

Do you have ducks or geese migrating overhead? Is she longing for a sunny southern beach?


Comment from dissent
Time: December 8, 2020, 3:41 am

RIP Chuck Yeager.

ExpressoBold!


Comment from Blake (bitmaelstrom)
Time: December 8, 2020, 3:46 am

She’s pining for the fjords?


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: December 8, 2020, 4:01 am

RIP

Charles Elwood Yeager (February 13, 1923 – December 7, 2020)

Sorry to say that he has left our mortal sphere.

https://twitter.com/GenChuckYeager/status/1336150145369444352?s=20


Comment from Bill the Shoe
Time: December 8, 2020, 4:33 pm

Too bad it has to be lockdown, but they don’t have ears to hold their masks on.


Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: December 8, 2020, 8:23 pm

ExpressoBold @ December 8, 2020, 4:01 am:
RIP

Charles Elwood Yeager (February 13, 1923 – December 7, 2020)

Sorry to say that he has left our mortal sphere.

“Forever aloft”, as they say.

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