I was going to keep this post light and chatty. And mercifully brief. I will still keep it brief, but I’m afraid I need to first impart some unfortunate news…
This afternoon, Daphne, (aka Evil Chicken – but not really), one half of the mighty Chook Lady duo, was taken by an eagle. Oui, an eagle.
Poor Daphne. And poor Violet, who was so distressed that she tried to barge her way up my back steps and into my living room, in order to seek refuge from the sky that had well and truly fallen upon her chookie world.
I was also distressed, because I do so love my Chook Ladies. But I’m also philosophical. It is sadly often the Way of Things when you keep chickens. And in a National Park, no less. Also, an eagle (wedge tailed) is a genuinely awe-inspiring predator. They too must eat, (yeah, yeah). And I know that Daphne had a moste excellent chicken life.
This does mean though, that I will be re-homing Violet with a dear friend, where she will have some chook companionship. Because I am not in a position to add more chickens right now, (not if I want them to have a good free-ranging existence); and Violet can simply not remain the Only Chook in the Village.
And now that a stiff glass of wine hath been poured…
Apart from that decidedly shitty interlude, and at the risk of sounding polly-anna-ish, today was actually a really lovely day. I got to have some time off my usual obs, and instead spend cuppa-and-chat time with a beautiful friend. And I got to drive through swoon-worthy mountain forest,fringed by long, winding avenues of deciduous trees, their ruby and russet leaves lying ankle deep along the sides of the road. There is something deliciously biscuit-y about them, don’t you think?
Not only that, my sweet pea seeds have sprouted and are sprinting up their bamboo supports, I’m having visions of rose gardens, as I guerilla garden – planting blackcurrant bushes, and a large, shrubby, wildish rose called Duchesse de Brabant. The buds look like lipsticks.
And I’m listening to the sublime Beirut.
But now for some Indian vegie curry, and a farewell toast to a swell broad named Daphne.
Blessings to you. xx