The Front Porch Swing

Thread was a bit hard to read today with things so fresh for me. Here burials are like how its been done for thousands of years. Autopsy only if foul play is suspected. Most are buried same day. Men get two white sheets, women 3. The body is brought to home or local home and washed by family members or community member. Then wrapped placed in a pine box or on a wooden board. Then a community prayer is made and after the men take the body down to where it will be buried. Men dig your grave for you and its considered honors to lay someone to rest. Funeral mourning last 3 days for people to come pay respects. Everyone pitches in and community meals are made in honor of the person. Going to visit afterwards is up to each family and markers may be no more than a rock. I was fine with all but a few things and you can see a link to my blog on my profile if you want to learn more about me. My biggest anger was no one gave me any decisions. We all strongly believe in donation and with my youngest being diabetic we lost an opportunity that could have let her brothers death heal her. I got only a few moments to say goodbye to my boy and I try to move past it but hell will be raised if another child passes before me. But life is just unpredictable so all I can do now is let people here know my wishes. It might not be customary but it is right and can be done. The shear numbers of deaths that occur here just on normal things well in one month my son helped bury 5 people just from this neighborhood, think of all the donations....I got to get my sons headstone fixed they wrote the wrong month on it. Since few years fron now most would not be able to find it I marked it gps. Got enough ancestors lost as it is. Life and death is different here than im accustomed to but I just need it tweaked a bit.
 
Yep...I would definitely talk to the neighbors if you live close or in a suburb. They could cause a lot of trouble for you if they don't like your rooster's singing. I live out in the middle of the forest and our neighbor still gets a dig in now and again about hearing the rooster crow...and my rooster is very quiet and barely crows at all. Just a nosy, crotchety old man who likes to be a grump..but out here it's country rules and a crowing rooster is not even going to become an issue. Closer to civilization I imagine it becomes a bigger deal.

Thanks, I'll wait get to know them then ask them. What breed is your rooster that barely crows?
 
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Missing Lindz lately....wonder where she's been?
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Here's a pic or two I took this evening of my chicks and duckling snuggled under the heating pad snuggy house out in the coop...the rest of the chicks are back behind these few.




So cute..!!
 
Quote: That is depressing Bee. I am sad that you are so ready to be "on your way" . You are such a great presence on BYC. p.s. What is up with the forum editor today? No multi quote and this reply came up in source code view with no menu for smilies, etc.
 
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I DO!!!!! I am on strict orders (self imposed( to not get more poults until I've eaten all the turkey currently in storage. Chomp, chomp.
I can guess what will be on the menu in June ;)
 
Bypass today. Please pray for Linda and our family. May The Lord hold her hand and guide the surgeon's hands. I held her hand for a few minutes before they took her down and whispered to her, "Can you feel my hand? I'll be holding it the whole time. Don't let go, Linda." So if you would periodically just whisper, "Don't let go, Linda" I would be so grateful.
 
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It is fitting, given your proximity to Camp Pendleton ;) My younger sister and her older daughter are both Family Readiness Officers there, civilian positions.
 
Bypass today. Please pray for Linda and our family. May The Lord hold her hand and guide the surgeon's hands. I held her hand for a few minutes before they took her down and whispered to her, "Can you feel my hand? I'll be holding it the whole time. Don't let go, Linda." So if you would periodically just whisper, "Don't let go, Linda" I would be so grateful.

Praying...
 
What a day! Have I got a tale for you all! I can't promise it'll interest y'all, but I can swear it's sincere.

For about a year now I've been caring for this flock and it's about doubled in size. I'd like to think TPTB have been making me oh so fortunate an fruitful when it comes to my lovely birds. However, I make mistakes like everybody else.

I was out in the yard this morning, taking a look at the early morning light diffused by the oncoming clouds of a nearby storm. There was the low rumble of thunder nearby but I could tell it wouldn't reach us. I figured it would be a good day to hang out some laundry to dry. It would definitely alleviate the stress on our dryer, anyhow.

Just as I was hanging a sheet on the line, my favorite duck, Indie, comes on up to me and just stares. I stared back (I'm pretty sure Indie can read my mind) and then had a strange inkling that something was wrong. So I went around and started a head count on my ducks. And then I noticed the problem.

Che was gone.

Che is a funny little guy. He's an Indian Runner duck, but he wobbles along because of this gimpy little leg he has. The only reason I even bought him was because the feed store guy wanted to feed him to their Burmese Python and my little sister, Nivia, couldn't stand the thought. Rather than have her be upset, I forked over the ten bucks for a crippled duck and he became a new member of our flock.

His absence was noticed by me but the other ducks didn't seem too stressed out. His girlfriend, Swedie, was sitting out in their honeymoon spot, just laying down as she would when she was with him.

I saw evidence that he might have been snatched up by something. White feathers blown into the fence (it was quite windy today) and their was feather fluff on the grass. Now I was really worried. Had a hawk snatched him up? We've got massive hawks around here. But the skies were clear. Then I thought it might have been the dogs (Che loves to pick fights with the rat terriers and he is not-so-secretly flirtatious with my big shepherd/boxer mix), but there was no body and none of them were bloated.

Okay, so I checked the field behind the house. Somehow, ducks just manage to sometimes slip out of the fence and can't find their way back in. It's happened a couple times before. So I went and checked but no sign of Che. I went into the field and there were no feathers or little gimpy foot tracks. Now I was scared.

How do I tell Nivia that her favorite little duck is gone? As far as she is concerned, if we don't have Che, we don't have a proper flock. I texted her to see if maybe she had seen him this morning but she was in school and wouldn't give me a response.

I searched all day, taking periodic breaks to think about where he could be before continuing my search. Hours flew by and suddenly it was 5PM and Mom got home. She couldn't remember seeing him when she left for work.

I couldn't help thinking he was gone. And then I heard a quack. It was faint and I looked down.

Oh, just Ducky, our Cayuga. But then Swedie comes up to me as well and then Indie. They all just stare at me and don't make a peep. Then there is a single, low hissing quack.

I look around and the only thing I can't see under is our dog kennels. They are placed atop cinder blocks and there is hardly room for our smallest chickens to get in underneath. But I figure those ducks are looking at me for a reason. I get down on my knees and take a peek.

A single beady eye is looking back at me. It blinks and then the feathers around it crinkle as the bird quacks at me.

Yup, Che, that little punk, was wedged down there for the entire day. My only guess is that he bothered the dogs and when one finally chased him, he lodged himself down there and realized he couldn't get out. I had to get Mom to come out and help me lift the kennel off of him and he just climbed on into it, taking a breather on the soft blankets before trying to maintain a little dignity by marching out. It didn't work. He tripped over the edge of the kennel and tumbled out. His girl Swedie didn't mind though and was bobbing her head for him in the kiddie pool where he proceeded to take a long drink of water before hopping in and mating with her. Ah, young lovers reunited at last!

He gave me an awful scare today and still had the nerve to try and eat my pant hem when I didn't just hand over the food when J was feeding the dogs. Indie saw this interaction and simply gave me another stare. It clearly said that I was personifying these ducks way too much.


Those are clever ducks, drawing your attention to their buddy's predicament. Personify to your heart's content!
 

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