EuroChook Saying Heya

[Kiki]

I think it's a great idea! I think I hear some gears turning in your head ha! @Kiki

https://www.backyardchickens.com/threads/blondes-only.1591953/unread

 

[EuroChook]

Some days, you know, I just want to dial 867-5309 and see if JENNY still has that number!

 

[EuroChook]

Hm

Some days, you know, I just want to dial 867-5309 and see if JENNY still has that number!

. No Jenny, but apparently Nino is there, especially if you live in Modesto

 

[EuroChook]

Just came across this from a site called Engrish.com. it is from a public restroom door in Japan.

Feman. Hmmm. For those who aren't quite sure.

 

[EuroChook]

Weird things happening... ehhhhh

 

[Boppo]

Okay, let's see.

Blonde, green eyes, six feet tall, 220 lean pounds. (Male). Loves include making videos of cats playing with balls of string and posting them to instagram, tiktok and youtube as quickly as possible (I have no cats of my own--so you can imagine the trouble that one has caused me). Hates include trying to take short cuts in video games and hitting invisible "walls".

Interests include writing memoirs on rainy days thoroughly Thoreau style, and by the reflective scintillas of Walden Pond. (Wasn't Henry Fonda in that one?)

Always wanted to be that protagonist guy in those Sunday afternoon bildungsroman Iditarod classics.

Prayers you ask? Oh, always said nightly, at foot of bed, and include subjects such as thankfulness for God Himself, for The Pentagon, and for COPs reruns.

Holds syncretic view to this ancient rocky universe, (and what? A syncretist can pray!) Loves votive candles shaped like llamas, loves playing hopscotch on the street by himself; or with random kids who still remember how (and who always ask me, "What the--?!" Ah. Kids these days). Recently singled, after girlfriend left me and my big flock for a guy with a much smaller flock.

Seeking someone with sense of the humorous (and with sense in either humerus) for dinners by gentle candlelight, who enjoys joining me in reciting lines from Breakfast at Tiffany's, as we stroll along boulevards made velvet in night and rain, beneath an umbrella meant for just two. If you so desire, I just may be your Paul, if you would so care to be my Holly

--oh wait! I thought I was updating my DATING profile. Oh! Now is my face ever cinder red!

Well, most of that is on-point. Except for that which is not. (Also bulls, bullfrogs, bulldogs, bulldozers will do, for votive things. Hm. Maybe not bulldozers--and what does 'votive' mean?)

I spent all day (week) quickly (slowly) moving house to somewhere (to a smaller apartment) with a rocking view (of neighbors walls) in a great location (a cemetery is a mile off). It is very peaceful here (No wonder--they're dead). Blue skies-- I see the sun (I see the dead, I swear they want to talk to me, but don't quite know how. Hum, and now we have happy tunes. Hum, and sweet now are thine happy thoughts). And all this moving house (how time shrinks while space dilates and all the boxes now look foreign: "kitchenware"? What on Earth?) makes Mitchell one tired and wired lad. And thirsty. And likes Southern food. And can recite alphabet backwards in under 20 seconds (how bored is one to even try?)

I like you peoples, (to phrase long forgotten Borat). I would like to talk more like you. About this chickens. I like chickens. They're nice!

I know how hard it is to keep them chickens going safe and happy. I got my first as part of a rescue mission. Before that , I never had an opportunity to discover just how intelligent, how intuitive, how sweet, chickens are.

Here I hope to give and receive (when my turn comes). And I hope always to give more than I receive. Thank you for receiving me. Good vibes to all

What a charming introduction. Sadly, perhaps size mattered, but in a different way. Best wishes with your large flock and new home. I hate moving, but you make it all sound so much funnier and more whimsical than my own moving experiences! So good you have discovered how charming chickens can be! Glad to meet you , Mitchell, and welcome to BYC!

 

[Boppo]

2 years ago, I was engaged to be married. I didn't know, because you can never know, that the situation was poor fated. We met at college, shared a first kiss beneath autumn trees on the main street in her town.

Her mother opened and read all her mail. If my fiancee Natalie ever wanted to go out, her mother demanded a full itinerary-'how she was going to drive there or what bus she would take, or what walking route... where she was going... After mother's divorce Natalie had become her crutch of emotional support. Mother was intensely insecure.

Every time I was not around, Natalie's mother was bent to heck on sabotage, calling me names, saying all kinds of nasty things about me to alienate Natalie from me. Mother would lie to Natalie--never telling her if I had come round. One time I had gone to see my sick father. We didn't think he was going to pull through... Well, my sister was talking in the background when I tried to call Natalie. That was enough for it all to get twisted. Nat was told I was clearly seeing another girl behind her back. It was just so messed up.

Natalie was so confused. I will never blame her. I just wish she had believed in me more.

I was waiting to see Natalie after class one time at college. I was bored, and there was a loose section of pebbled pavement, and I was using my foot, tapping loose pebbles into a nearby drain. Her mother, receptionist at the same college, used even that against me, told the police I was acting unstable and threatening and had them remove me from the campus. Long story short...After that, it was time to try any long shot or just drop it all and move away. I went round to Nat's bedroom window the next morning, with money and a plan of 'eloping' to my uncle's. I tapped on the window, called her name. Nothing. Her mother had made her swap rooms with the one her brother and sister shared--unkmown to me, I had been tapping on the younger sibs window as a result. Her mother went to the police with one of her weirder relatives, and used that against me, saying I was terrorizing the family... It was already on record from the day before that the cops had removed me from campus. They made up numerous allegations about me, even to the point of saying Natalie was being controlled by me and then took out a restraining order against me in her behalf.

I desperately went looking for her some months later. She had committed suicide by overdose.

God knows the hurt. All her thoughts still move through mine. Even though now my gentle lamb is in the place where roses dont grow, her flower doesnt fade.

She stays beautiful now and forever. This is her day. And Im so sorry, my new friends, if Im acting kind of weird.

 

[EuroChook]

Wow...Something just happened to me. Ever get that old old feeling? You know the one-- the one when you look in her eyes, and hope she doesnt catch you staring, and if she does, that she doesnt mind; when all is said in unvoiced sighs and whispers, her voice lingering in your mind, in the small and quiet pauses; when the only thing that makes sense with her limpid eyes and the way her hair just touches against her cheek would be perfumed moonlight and roses?

Then you realize this is your sister. Bahaha

(She's here, she told me to do it! I told her that someone here asked "oh is that fam safe?" In response to the bra incident some time back. The Bra Gate scandal. So, it was onnnn. I find you lovely, Sissy , should ya read this. You were always there for me. But that's all it can ever be. Sad I know. Ha! Lesting we all change religion of a sudden).

 

[EuroChook]

What a charming introduction. Sadly, perhaps size mattered, but in a different way. Best wishes with your large flock and new home. I hate moving, but you make it all sound so much funnier and more whimsical than my own moving experiences! So good you have discovered how charming chickens can be! Glad to meet you , Mitchell, and welcome to BYC!

Thank you, Boppo, and it's nice to meet you. Moving was an interesting experience this time. I wouldn't like to do that too often. I feel sorry for folk in places like Australia, where society has been turned into a renters' economy. Families often cannot afford the rent that nothing prevents from being jacked up, and they often downsize to dwellings unsuitable. 25% of people there are declined rental accom entirely and some are now 'squatting' in a tent village in the outskirts of Sydney. So much for the promises of a mysterious and ancient land.

Sorry, Mam. I have not meant to turn this into a political speech. Moving is difficult. It is tiring, a big stress. I hope any moves you may have to make in the future are smooth and easy.

I was surprised about what people chickens are--personality, social culture, even love of music and fine dining! My folks have a pretty big number of chickens. And they were all fine. But it was somehow different until I got my lil rescued lady here. Now I see. Now I understand. Je vois maintenant donc je comprends.

Ah yes. Lesson learned in terms of size. It should be from now on a flock of bantams. And a dozen roses

Thank you for saying hello. Great to meet you, and may there always be laughter

 

[EuroChook]

Now to try and woo you with some cooking:

Mussels of San Giovanni or "cozze di san giovanni". The weather is so hot! Seafood comes off as much lighter going for lunch or dinner in hot weather. Hence fettuccine first cooked in a little sea salt, lightly touched afterwards with garlic butter and olive oil; mussels cooked watchfully to perfection marinara style with a sparse use of zucchini, even yellow bell pepper and a generous dash of a dry Sicilian red wine--bring to the fettuccine, marry them harmoniously, finish with a light grating of Parmigiano-Reggiano or parmesan cheese (not for once remembering how earlier this week a man died under a rumbling landslide of cheeses in an Italian cheese facility, 'Oh mio Dio!'). Serve with more of the Sicilian red, or chinotto with its bitter dark charm (as pictured). All done, buon appetito!