Chicken Wisdom and Other Misc. Shit

I don't know what to say today...Not as in there's no words for today. It's just a day without words.  It's raining.  I have no internet which pretty much sucks donkey balls.  And I finished yesterday, and I finished it well.   Which I guess was more emotionally exhausting than I had imagined.  So I guess that's where I'm at this morning.  Sipping some coffee from ma' old coffee cup, watching the chickens fluff their feathers in the rain and listening to silence.  Eerie silence where there is no Molly or Callum...Penny is fast asleep. Dog is asleep, cat is asleep. Jamie and Uncle Poops are gone. But the fucking tick of that clock is LOUD.  

One thing that I have been coming back to, is my friend talked about having a goal to start up a photography business...then as she said that she paused and said, "Yes, I said it...I have goals...never before in my life have I had goals."  Neither have I.  Well, I've had the same goal of loosing x amount of pounds for the past what??  My entire life.  Fuck that goal.  That isn't a goal, that's my demon.  I wonder what my goal might be...if I'll ever even have one.  Meh, it's enough right now just to get through today. I'm not there yet.

You know what's amazing?  Fucking chickens are.  There they are, happily pecking away near where the walking path is.  Along comes a dog...a predator.  They are aware...keenly aware of his presence which they express through a sideways cock of their chicken head...i swear the one eye that's cocked outward almost seems to bulge out a little as if to say "I see ya, ya fuckin mutt"  But they don't run off...they don't stop being chickens because there's a threat.  They are simply aware that it exists...and until that thing starts chasing them, they're gonna keep on being chickens.  Enjoying their tasty bugs.  They do the same thing when the hawk circles....upward tilt of the head. A few squaks to alert the others. With the hawk though they go in the bushes.  But they don't stay in the bushes...when the hawk goes, they don't spend their life scared hiding in the bushes.  They go out and eat some delicious bugs and enjoy their chicken-tastic life. We could learn something from animals, couldn't we??  Well, except deer.  Seriously, if a car is going to hit you, I don't care how pretty the lights are, get the fuck outta the way.