Stella's Social Club

[The Sheriff]

Pretty! I need to get some pectin.

MIne was expired! I had to run to the store for more.

 

[gryeyes]

Linda NO!! KEVIN needs to be granted political asylum

I drove all the way to the end of Buzzard Gulch Road with the car radio off and the front windows all the way down listening for peacock calls. (Hey, it seemed like a good plan.) Never heard a single one, but the large peacock casually crossing the gravel road right at the "Peacock Crossing" sign seemed to be a good clue. Three big peacocks were wandering around, two of them inside the property gate. Nine more were milling about in a large covered pen or perched on a wide, ladder-style roost made of wooden risers with PVC "rungs.". The milling peacocks had little space in the pen except along the sides of the ladder roost or under it. The roof of that.. I guess it was probably their coop... also covered an adjacent pen of equal size, but with much more open, wing-flapping space. No ladder roosts from one side to the other. That section housed ten or twelve dove kinda birds. Little cooing things. Two of them would be able to fit on my hand, side by side. Now and again, whilst I stood there checking things out, one of the doves would make a noise like someone laughing. Slightly eerie. I had to wait to catch one of them actually making the sound to be sure it was coming from a dove. I may very well be anthropomorphizing the birds, but I think I saw why Kevin may have taken a long jaunt away from that farm. Ummm. I didn't go onto the property to ask if a peacock may be missing from their flock. If that makes me a bad person, so be it. Kevin does indeed have asylum. When I got home, I asked him if he wanted to go back. He said, "chhir tuk" and ate a few more sunflower seeds. On either side of him were a Silver Sebright and a Salmon Favorelle hen, equally involved in enjoying the afternoon BOSS treat with the rest of the flock around us. I believe "chhir tuk" translates to "What other place?"

 

[The Sheriff]

Ah, you did the right thing Linda.

Kelly, carne asada.

 

[Hangtown Farms]

I made a lighter version of chicken and waffles this morning. No butter or syrup and fresher chicken.

Ah, you did the right thing Linda.

Kelly, carne asada.

yummy

 

[debs_flock]

Just finished making jalapeño pepper jelly.

Beautiful, the suspension is perfect.

 

[drumstick diva]

But then maybe that wasn't THE peacockery . Maybe Kevin was the beloved pet who belonged to a dear little orphan who's caretaker dumped Kevin out just to torture him. Poor little kid has been crying "Kevin come home" for weeks, Please somebody make me stop

 

[The Sheriff]

You can't have it both ways Diva! Think chocolate vs. vanilla.

 

[The Sheriff]

Beautiful, the suspension is perfect.

OK, Miss Queen of the County Fair, I am going to take that as a compliment!

Me.

 

[gryeyes]

......

....too many ways I could go with this.....

Too, too many ways.

 

[Happy Chooks]

Sooooooo, how did the carne asada taste Mary?

Linda - glad you are granting asylum for Kevin.