Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Chicken Condos

  Good morning! Can I just say, nerves are EVIL things! No, not the ones in your fingers and stuff, those are pretty cool. Plus, if I meant those I would have said “nerve endings,” not just “nerves.”
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  To make sure I am in tip-top condition for my dreaded eval today, I woke up at 2:30 A-friggin’-M this morning! And no, I have NOT been back to sleep yet. I figure the adrenaline will crash about the time I sit down in the Doc’s office, ensuring I’m sleep-deprived-stoned and making ZERO sense. Either that, or I’ll develop my patented vocab-diarrhea and babble incoherently about things I don’t WANT to discuss, like this blog thingy.
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  Or better yet, I’ll tell her all about the chicken that lives on my shoulder or her little sister that recently moved in next door to Jack. Because the chicken that lives on my shoulder is a she-chicken but named Jack because we didn’t know that when we found her and by the time her gender was evident, she already answered to a he-chicken’s name so we just left it that way and tell people it’s short for Jackie or Jacqueline, even though my daughter thinks Jacqueline is an ugly name even after I pointed out it was Jackie-O’s real name, but I digress…*deep breathe*

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  And speaking of the Jack’s “little sister,” you guys remember January? (Yeah, we’re REAL original with the names.) Y’all remember my joy at capturing her Mom and the ecstatic heights I reached when said Mom actually mothered her chick? Yeah, well…not so much anymore.
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  Sunday saw another dark day in my life as a chicken Mommy. The STUPID *insert long line of REALLY bad words here* hen decided she was over this whole Mother gig and ditched January. Yep, an APB has been issued for Chick Abandonment.
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  In the meantime, January has moved into Jack’s old domicile and is now eating up even more of my stinkin’ desk space! (I don’t really have a desk anymore, it’s a chicken condo.)
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January in her new Condo and Gomez hanging out in Jack's house.
Yes, my animals are ALL as screwy as I am!

  Since my legs aren’t really up to the task of frequent stairs, it was about the only option for caring for a chick that needs food, water, and clean bedding, not to mention added heat.
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  “And how,” you ask, “is Jack dealing with the new neighbor?”.
Yep, Jack is NOT pleased...
  PFFT! Have I mentioned she’s an evil, jealous little ball of feathers? She officially wants NOTHING to do with her foster-sister. Which didn’t really surprise me, since thanks to the joys of imprinting, Jack thinks she’s a people and not a chicken like that “other” thing anyway. *sigh*
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  And posts like THIS one are exactly WHY I would rather not speak of this place to ANYONE in charge of ANY decisions regarding my mental health. *grin*

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