September 13, 2014 – We’re taking it easy today. There’s a real sense of fall in the air and it’s making me crave apples. I was too tired from yesterday’s adventure to go in search of some on my own, so I sat on the thinking log with my eyes closed sending cosmic messages to Mom. I could have sent her a text asking for an apple, but any Joe can do that. Stretching my psychic abilities is a worthy endeavor. Except for the occasional tea reading, I’ve not paid much attention to my gift.
I must have really nodded off, because when I opened my eyes, I was on the ground and Wilma was on the thinking log. She was sunning herself with one particular ray that beamed through a hole in our fencing with the precision of a laser. I can’t be sure, and I wouldn’t want to falsely accuse, but I suspect I was knocked from my perch. I had to have been dog tired for the tumble not to awaken me. Dog tired. That was a poor choice of words. I’ve always liked canines. I hope last night’s experience didn’t change all that.
A short time later, Mom came to see us bearing cucumber chunks and tomatoes. They were just the pick-me up I needed. She didn’t mention apples, but that’s alright. I’ll check out the refrigerator tomorrow. I think my telepathy is off kilter on account of my exhaustion. True, Mom didn’t bring any apples, but she must have picked up on the canine vibe. She told us a joke. Why did the cowboy buy a dachshund? He wanted to get a long little doggie. That made us all laugh – except for Peaches until Charlotte explained it to her. Then she repeated the joke to her stick and fell over in hysterics.
It’s a good place, our chicken yard. I think I’m going to enjoy being home for a while.