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Fresh Eggs

It's been a long year.  Very long year.   It's interesting to me how things can sort of go around in a little circle.   I have a point.  This may be a moment, so hold on.

Does anyone really, really like the morning doves?  I mean, they're all well and good if it's not the morning and they're not cooing at 5:00, 6:00 in the morning.  Actually, they're cooing at more like 5:00, 5:01, 5:02, 5:03, 5:04, 5:05 -- well, you get my drift.

When I lived in El Paso, that was my introduction to morning doves/pigeons.  Seriously, El Paso has pigeons and stray cats EVERYWHERE!   I really think that's the only animals they have.   Well, except for the recording of the loud, loud jungle sounds of screeching monkeys and parrots penetrating out of the speakers over the bus depot downtown, but that's another blog entirely.

Those morning doves,  they woke me up all the time.  So when I left to go to my grandmother's to rescue her from the nursing home, I thought I was free!!    HA!!!

Not only was my granny a bird feeder, the morning doves seemed to multiply around her "bird's bread."  Imagine my disdain to be awakened up in the same manner that I thought was left behind.  Funny?  No.   It still happened, every morning, and it was not nice.  Shameful animals.

Anyway, so after acquiring a slingshot, yelling, running them off in the mid-morning donned in my nightgown, slippers and bonnet on my head, I got a little reprieve.   That must have a been a hoot of a sight to see some crazy lady coming out in the morning flapping her arms and legs to run off a bird that just screeched at her as it flew low over her head away.  

That's okay.   I won.   Until one morning I heard a cock-a-doodle-doo.   SERIOUSLY!!!  I'm thinking, what am I hearing?   What the what???   No joke.  In the middle of the city, at the house behind my granny's backyard, was a fancy rooster walking around strutting its stuff.   I think it was lost.   Had to have flown over a fence.  I don't know where it came from, but it was there.   It crowed and crowed all that morning.  I took a picture of it.  If I was smart enough to figure it out, I would upload it here.  I'm not.

So to make this blog short.  A few weeks later, the rooster pops up again.  This time it's walking around with a stray cat in the funeral home's parking lot down the street from granny's house.  It's so random.  You just can't make this up.   A co-worker mentioned she was in the market for a rooster.  "Hey," I send her a text, "you want me to catch the rooster for you?"    She didn't. 

But if you remember reading the title of this blog "Fresh Eggs."   That co-worker of mine brought me fresh eggs today.   She has chickens to produce the eggs.   Lots of eggs.   So although the rooster was not a gift I could, obviously, give her.   She gifted me with fresh eggs today and I'm happy. 

So, there you go.  I wanted to share yet another eventful day in the life of Dar with you.  I hope you smiled.

Me

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