Here’s what you need to know for this one. Flannery O’Connor shares a birthday with The Wife (March 25). Flannery O’Connor gained early fame for having a chicken that could walk forwards and backwards. A critter got into our coop two weeks ago and ate all our chickens. Yesterday, a kind soul donated five laying hens to The Wife, but they had been kept previously in quarters that were too close. As a result, they pecked each other, and all but one has a backside that is bereft of feathers.
Flannery O’Connor’s hen
Was trained in ways that I am not
She’d walk the line and back again
Whilst I just slip or hold my spot.
Now Deirdre Katherine, once called Scholl
Has chickens five, with backsides bare
And my frequent slips of mind and soul
Leave me as exposed back there
But Flannery and Deirdre, too
Found grace and truth in frightening things
O’Connor in the things freaks do
And Deirdre in our wedding rings
So they drop eggs and I raise wine
For our divine apothecary
She covers both their ass and mine
Southern California gothic – scary.
A Great Pyrenees – you need a Great Pyrenees. One bark and a thousand racoons instantly fall dead and a thousand possums play dead for real.
If you got chickens, it’s the only way to go.
They like kids; they love cats; and find coons/possums/old deer carcases absolutely irresistable…
Happy birthday, Deirdre!
JOPB
Deirdre’s fowls
Might need some towels
For modesty’s sake
Until they bake.
Happy D-day!
If Paris deserves a Mass then Deirdre certainly deserves a poem.
H.B.D.!
Remember that even though chickens are stupid they are incredibly paranoid, so make sure to kill them with one bite.
Damn good … I’ll drink to that!