Cousin John and the Roosters.

 Cousin John and the Roosters.

 

Cousin John and his sister came to live with us in Petrolia back when Little Rock was in an uproar with integration and kids feeling as if they needed to express their parents’ disapproval. Anyway, he was older than us and thought we were just “little kids.” That’s ok. Time keeps up with us one way or another. Anyway, it was John’s opinion that my “girls” out in the coops needed a rooster to make their lives complete. Well, he might approve of their situation now. Last night Julian and Maria came and took all fourteen to their little farm along with the feed buckets, the heated water bowl, the nesting boxes, and other assorted hen things. Maria has TWO roosters. Julian says that one attacks him every time he turns his back. Wouldn’t take the old woman long to cure that rooster of attacking! Last time a rooster attacked me, Billie Ruth got to watch him being clobbered a couple of times until he backed off. Just not going to be attacked by a critter.

 

Went to bed early last night and woke up at 5:30—naturally. Thompson wanted out anyway, so it was about time to get up and get some long-legged sleepers on along with socks on my feet. The wind is howling this morning, but the weather report says that it will get warmer today. We will see. Just hope that the hens are adapting to their new home and discovering that the roosters are pests. At least they will be loved. Yes, you can tell what is on my mind this morning. It will undoubtedly take awhile to adapt to this change, for both the old woman and the hens.

 

Finished reading the Lis Howell Complete Tarnfield Cozy Mystery set of six books. Truly enjoyed them and will look for more books by this author. Apparently, the author is much like the character portrayed in her books. Guess that helps to make the ideas even more believable.

 

Have bottles of water and those neat cups that the kids have given me filled with water on just about every surface near where the old woman might find herself, so, naturally, the one usually on my desk is in the kitchen awaiting a refill this morning. If it didn’t hurt so much just to move, that cup or container would already be in here in the office! At least with bottles and cups everywhere, there is no excuse to become dehydrated.

 

This morning my prayers have come back more than a few times to my sister-in-law. Jacqui is having surgery this morning to try to alleviate the problem with her hiatal hernia. Hers must be pretty bad to need surgery. Some of us have minor hernias like that, but don’t keep having problems like she has had. Would appreciate your prayers for her and for Sterling as he takes care of her. After a person hits the eighth decade, things can get drastic in a hurry. Well, for that matter, even five decades can force some changes in our “usual” behavior. Julian told me last night that in his head he is still 25 years old (he’s 72). And there was the old woman crippling along at 77 as if she might be ancient! May God give me patience and common sense to deal with life on a better footing.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.