If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

LGBTQIA Chickens


So, we all know that I’m down to two chickens from thirty-five, thanks to Ranger Rick and his buddies—god rest their heathen souls. At first, I wasn’t too worried about the whole deal. Pissed maybe, but not worried. I mean, I still had a rooster and a hen, right? Adam and Eve. I figured next spring I’d throw a couple eggs off in the incubator and be knee deep in birds by June—lineage intact. I forget though, this is Elsewhere, land of weirdness.

          My hen—Eve—is... Oh, how do you say it? Different.

          I have Rocks. Had Rocks. Speckled Rocks. Normally the hens of this breed are heavy and low to the ground—squat. Eve, on the other hand, is tall. If chickens played professional women’s basketball, Eve would be a starting forward. She looks forever like a rooster, only without a crown. She hasn’t laid egg one and wants nothing to do with Adam.

          I’m thinking Eve is either lesbian, or gay, or bisexual, or transgender, or questioning, or intersexual, or asexual.

          Which ever, I’m fucked… chicken-wise

          Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

4 comments:

  1. O K.
    You made me laugh.
    Good on you.
    I'm saving this one.

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  2. I'm really sorry about the loss of your flock but you tell a funny story.. or should that be, you tell a story funny?
    ... still laughing

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  3. LoL.........A confused-sounding hen indeed!

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  4. Put another hen in with her and see if she is attracted to her...

    Oh Steve I'm sure this will all be something to laugh about in a few years...

    Here's to at least trying your hand at raising chickens..

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