The Saga of Fatima of the Gold-dust Feathers! UPDATED - Fatima died...

[AccentOnHakes]

If you don't continue to update here, I will fly to Maine and kill you.

But yes, CONGRATZ!!!

 

[keeperofthehearth]

PM'd you!!!!!!

 

[HorseFeathers]

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Of course I will! As long as there's anyone to read it, I'll be writing it.

 

[AccentOnHakes]

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Of course I will! As long as there's anyone to read it, I'll be writing it.

Okay, then it's all good.

 

[canada-goose]

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*Gasp* So violent!

 

[AccentOnHakes]

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*Gasp* So violent!

Hey, I didn't really mean it.

 

[keeperofthehearth]

Ordered my books!!!!! I am soooo excited!

 

[WoodChic]

Congrats!!!!

 

[ktkoenig6]

wow. i just read all 39 pages start to finish. i just want to say that you are QUITE a talented girl! exactly how old are you?

congrats on the book. good job with your photography. you have entertained me and inspired me to start a book about my house chicken callie!

continue to write; never stop doing what you love

i will be waiting for more!!

 

[HorseFeathers]

Chapter 32: Indian Summer

Alas, the warm weather was not to last. Rain and cold invaded Fatima of the Gold-dust Feathers's life, and the flock huddled in their run, occasionally venturing out and getting promptly soaked. Fatima wished the Warm would come back.
Lillith of the Starry Night had developed an interesting habit: laying her eggs in remote corners of the globe... ahem, backyard. Day after day she resolutely tried to lay beneath the steps to the yard from the Great-Handed Ones' nest, and just yesterday the Woman with Great Hands was fluttering about, scolding Lillith for laying behind the feed bin. Fatima thought it was all very amusing, and in order to prove what a good hen she was laid square in the nest box.
Olympia of Midnight had also changed her ways slightly. Instead of the customary "bawk, bawk... baGAWK!" to announce her eggs, Olympia had taken to crowing. Yes, that's right. Fatima had never heard a rooster, but instinctively knew that the sound Olympia was making was Leaderly and Big. The Great-Handed Girl was dismayed at the new crowing, and fluttered about much like her mother, swooping down to hold and quiet Olympia whenever she crowed. This, of course, only encouraged the black hen, and eventually the Girl just watched helplessly from her nest-window. Fatima found this terribly funny.
She was also very pleased. The Girl had been giving her many treats in the past week, muttering and clucking about that same old "book". Fatima didn't argue; she didn't mind the extra attention and food. She didn't mind that at all.


Just a little catching-up with the girls.

There is one more book available for this particular order (see here )! Order soon!