Yesterday, at the beginning of afternoon chores I collected the last two eggs. This in itself is not news-worthy.
However, with time always at a premium nowadays, I did not run them up to the house straight away. I proceeded with my work, carrying my two egg handicap in my hand, as you do.
Waiting until I had worked my way up to the house to pop them in the egg basket on the kitchen bench.
Proceeding one handed just to see if I could.
Boo offered to carry one for me but I viewed his offer with a healthy dose of suspicion. Like me he is just a little too droll (sp?) for his own good. His jokes are sometimes misunderstood.
(If BooBoo spoke words would he have a NZ accent or an American one I wonder. I think I might feel a little let down if he spoke American).
Anyway, egg handicaps are not newsworthy either. We often carry golf-ish handicaps through life. Some even self imposed. Some imposed upon us to level out this somewhat uneven playing field of life.
Which is fair – sometimes I feel I have way more than my share of good luck and joy.
FreeBee bowled over to relieve me of one of my egg friends. I was almost to the house too! But I took his offer. He was not making a joke. And he is much bigger than me.
FreeBee loves eggs. He opens his mouth and I post the whole egg in. He seldom wastes a drop – him having such a big mouth and all!
So in the end only one egg found its way up to the house and the kitchen and maybe my breakfast.
Again, not dramatic news …
But you know what they say?
No news is good news.
A day without drama followed by phone calls into the night with my people. My brother popping in on the airwaves. Ordinary. Good. Kind.
Priceless.
Good morning.
Have a great day. Ordinary, if possible. Let me know. Talk soon!
Celi
PS Huh. The first frost.
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43 responses to “Two Egg Handicap”
You almost got both eggs up to the house. But it was lost to a good cause. I like to think my Spanish dogs would speak English (Canadian English) if they could talk, but they probably would speak Spanish as that was their first language. I also speak some German to them (like “Ich liebe Dich”) and they seem to understand. Dogs are probably multilingual. Enjoy your ordinary day!
I love that you speak some a German to your dogs too! My dog trainer son has two dogs. One of whom gets all his commands in English – the other has his commands given to him in Māori!
That is so cool. xo
It sounds like you had a some peace. FreeBee looks quite contented.
It was a peaceful afternoon before I hurled myself and my pumpkin soup into the car and drove to MiL’s house to feed and settle her. Things are getting better though – I think.
That’s good news!
How fabulous to have a stress free day and move with the rhythm of the Farmy. Yes, birds of prey, those rascals from yesterday’s post, can certainly wreck havoc on a farm, that’s for sure. I’m wondering if the bird flying close to you was a red tail hawk? We have plenty of them around here. Our eagles hang out and also nest on our rivers and lakes. I always see them when kayaking. What magnificent birds! So hoping all continues in a peaceful, healing way for you and the family!
It may have been – is the red tailed hawk big? This bird felt awfully big in such a small space. But now that I have to lock up these bloody white chicks; I have to clean out their coop daily! They poop SO MUCH!
Ordinary is lovely. I welcome those days but my world is almost always predictable…for now. Good to see chickens pecking and poking around and staying alive as well. Time to pull out the extra quilt for the bed I think 🙂
I look back on my life only 3 months ago and it was so quiet! What the hell?
I just finished a very good book by Canadian author, Christine Higdon called Gin, Turpentine, Pennyroyal, Rue. Turns out Rue is a Beagle that is a character in the book which I now realize after reading your comments that I totally read Rue with a British accent! The book is set in the 1920s in Vancouver BC and delves into women’s rights or lack thereof in regard to damn near everything but especially abortion. It is a worthwhile read and quite a commentary on the issues going on today. Have a lovely start to your week and enjoy the ordinary.
Oh that sounds like a really good book. I will try and get it for my next travels. Rue is such a sweet name for a dog.
My two chickens and I had a big-bird scare yesterday, after I read your post. I was inside the chicken coop re-arranging lighting and all the wires and dimmers I use for the sudden and extreme temperature and weather changes we have this time of year. I heard flutters and wings, and Speckles started caterwauling, as he does in emergencies. I dropped everything and ran outside, saw Specs under the building, still making his distress noises, but couldn’t find Tweety.
We have a different crop of predators, here in the coastal swamps of Georgia, with racoons coming through the marsh. We also have owls, who sit in the trees and watch all day, when my chickens are foraging outside.
When Speckles calmed down and started cooing, I suspected Tweety was okay, but was sure when I saw her big red comb appear beside Specs, who had just emergedfrom under the building into the waning daylight.
Long story, but it reinforces my belief that everything is on the move. Not only people, as with migrations, including refugees, but animals, predators and their prey, insects and parasites, as well as plant life, moving with ocean currents.
I always love reading your comments – aside from the great content; your writing is always so beautiful. Poor Speckles and Tweety! I do have big barn owls but I only hear them at night. I have no idea where they sleep.
Interesting- drawing the parallel between migrating people and predators. Searching for food and safety.
Thanks for the compliment. I suspect owls sleep off and on throughout day and night, but in spring and fall they perch in the tall trees we have around here, keeping an eye open for opportunity. Speckles has been attacked by owls twice, once when I was holding him, looking up to see what made Tweety run for cover under the carport. That time, I tucked Specs’ head under my arm, and the owl attacked me, digging his claws into my forearm. The other time, I think Spwcs ran under the building, but the owl followed. I caught up with both of them on the other side, but the owl took off when he saw me. Specs was unharmed, but it took awhile for my heart to stop pounding.
That must have been dreadful. Having owls attack must have been fiercely scary. Good that the birds can run under a building. Being able to hide. But shocking that the owl followed!
No 32* here yet! I keep thinking it’s coming, but so far (knock on wood) we are in the high 30s* YAY
It is on its way!
I think so, maybe be the end of this week!
You got me curious about hawk/eagle size…here’s a visual comparison…eagles are mush bigger.
And here’s to just everyday days.
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They are WAY different – the Bald Eagle is the size of a small door!
Boo definitely has a NZ accent!
He certainly snores with a NZ accent!! 😂
Ah yes ordinary days just minding my own business and no-one else’s… It’s incredible how much headspace and how many post-it notes another person’s life consumes.
I’m noting the similarities between our MiLs… my pumpkin soup used to be my MiL’s favourite food until she forgot…
Any soup suggestions are welcome. I might make potato soup next. Sandy makes my pumpkin soup too. I do have trouble getting her to eat greens .
Oh funny… my MiL also has an aversion to greens and most vegetables, and also doesn’t eat sufficient protein. I’d value add by roasting pumpkin, garlic, tomatoes and either a couple of pears or apples then blending them up with a can of rinsed & drained cannelini/white beans and either a good homemade chicken stock or rich miso broth. My MiL developed a swallowing issue which means we have to be careful she doesn’t choke, and has progressed to her food needing to be very finely chopped/minced/pureed. All together quite limiting and a challenge to come up with nutritious, appetising variety.
Ordinary is delightful.
Absolutely it is!! I feel like we are settling a bit. Fingers crossed.
Take full advantage of the reprieve. Don’t work yourself into a frenzy because you never know when the next call will come in. Store up your strength for the next unsettling, lovely. 🙏
Being in the middle of a family situation for the last two week or so I would welcome some dull routine. Like everything you appreciate it more when you don’t have it. I keep reminding myself it might not end as we would like but this too shall pass. While I’m not directly involved, people I care about are and sometimes it’s hard to be the observer when there’s not a whole lot you can do to help. Sometimes no news is good news.
Yes. It is just a matter of living through it. Support people are critical though. Supporting the lead players. Good luck to you. I am with you!
Such a wise woman – keeping those eggs ‘in hand’. I cannot begin to count the number of times I popped a few extra eggs into my hoodie pouch, or my coat pocket … and then PROMPTLY forgot them until I ‘hipped’ a door closed or leaned on a gate. Ooops! I always feel bad. Those hens work hard to lay those eggs!
Oh no!! That is miserable – John puts them in his pocket too! I am always terrified of scrambled egg in my pocket.
I have a bad habit of freeing up my hands by popping the eggs in my shirt top pocket. Recently I forgot only remembering when leaning on the counter at Farmlands…CRACK…oops
Oh no!! That is too funny really!!! Did anyone see?
No one said anything but we’re very polite folk round here 😁
When we had chickens I remember those last eggs and the surprising ones that showed up unexpectedly in mid-winter. They were prized. And the first ones of spring showed up just around Easter, rebirth.
The chickens are great at following the seasons.