September 16, 2014 – Daylight doesn’t hang around as long as it did a few weeks ago. We’re already tucked in for the night. From my roost, I can see out the window. The sky is stunning, all bluish and black and lit up with more stars than I can count. The air has a chill to it, but it’s comfortable inside our coop. I feel like a poet in peaceful reflection attempting to capture the last droplets of the day before it slips away.
“SHUT OFF THAT CONFOUNDED HEAD LAMP BEFORE I PUSH YOU OUT THE WINDOW!”
Wilma. There she goes again ruining a perfect moment. I wanted to reply, “WHY DON’T YOU BEND OVER SO I CAN REALLY SHINE A LIGHT INTO THE DARKNESS!” but I’m too classy for such an outburst. Plus, I’m not wearing my colander helmet. No sense in getting a head wedgie or shoved into the pine shavings.
I’ll give this one to Wilma, but tomorrow… I’m buying the old crank a sleep mask.