"Pictures & Stories of My Chickens"

Discussion in 'Pictures & Stories of My Chickens' started by star05, Dec 23, 2014.

  1. star05

    star05 Out Of The Brooder

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    Gary Margolis
    December 16 at 9:45am ·

    How to Lay a Blue Egg
    My neighbor keeps a radio on
    in his chicken coop.
    He wants the maybe-fox gone,
    the wandering perhaps-bobcat.
    Here, in Vermont, the possible-
    fisher cat.
    There aren’t any tracks,
    wire-snagged fur,
    feathers or bones around.
    I think he dreamt the birds
    are more content listening
    to the morning farm report,
    the news they can’t understand.
    And before noon, Mozart,
    I can tell by how they waltz
    and twirl in the snow.
    In May, the minuet they do.
    I could be kidding you
    if I didn’t see for myself
    the blue eggs they lay
    late in the afternoon,
    listening to National Public Radio,
    the world-expanding interviews.
    Before my neighbor returns
    to turn it off, to lock the chickens
    in their dark house, so he can go back
    inside, believing that wasn’t a shadow
    of a fox he saw, a bobcat’s broken tail,
    the track of twilight’s unannounced
    fisher cat.
     
  2. scratch'n'peck

    scratch'n'peck Overrun With Chickens

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    Your post has me considering many things... chickens listening to NPR, the subtle color variations of chicken plumage and the mysterious risks to chickens lurking outside.
     
  3. star05

    star05 Out Of The Brooder

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    A dear friend wrote this poem for me.. Which got me to thinking about peaceful music but maybe that's going to too far. Ha.
     

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