I also rescued 4 hens today. They were to be destroyed after the truck carrying them was in an accident. I took them without seeing them...and I am so upset! Factory fucking farmers clipping beaks is not ok!

A month ago today, we had our first ever fox attack on our flock. If it weren’t for this badass hen that acted like a rooster and went all chicken ninja on the fox to wake us up and get to our deck(where the fox had her in his mouth), we could have lost so many.

Oh, gods, I am so, so, sorry Barefoot. Huge condolences to yourself and to his friends and family. I don’t know CPR but, you’re right, we should learn. Great hugs across the ether. 

Pete is a ferocious predator.

My friend died right in front of my eyes last night. We had dinner with a couple other friends. Three of us were walking home together. He stopped to take a rest and had a heart attack and died right there. It is so surreal and I think I’m still in shock. He had his favorite meal for dinner, he was talking being…

Hi Jezzies, I had a lovely gift this week. About 3 weeks ago on twitter Good Reads had a subject called name a book that’s helped you through a difficult time. I tweeted that when I was in the homeless hostel I used to escape to the library to reread all of John Connollys Charlie Parker series. I received a tweet off…

I have a lot of stories from/about family members that I thought were lies because they’re outrageous but turned out to be true.

Mine is dumb. In the late 90s Simpsons episodes sometimes had Simpsons trivia during commercial breaks. I would see the question, shout the answer, and then run to pee. I’d always miss the reveal and I’d ask my dad, who gave zero fucks, if I was right. He would always say, “It was a trick question.” I believed it.

My Grandfather, god rest his soul, once told me that if I could see the stars at night, then I was sleeping under their protection. He told me that the stars were actually ancient warriors who watched over sleeping children, the moon was their queen and the clouds were their hunting dogs, seeking out evil.

My favorite lies were the ones my dad told us about the imaginary menagerie of animals he’d met and/or hired.

When my nephew was a toddler he talked non stop. My brother, in a moment of exasperation, told him you only get so much voice for your whole life and if he didn’t slow down he’d use his all up. Didn’t phase the little guy. But a few days later he came down with strep throat and couldn’t speak. With tears streaming…

One for the car guys out there.

When I was seven or eight, my dad told me cows that live in the mountains had longer legs on one side of their body so they were able to stand on the slopes. Regular cows would fall over in the mountains. I totally believed this. The next school year we studied adaptive behaviors in animals like those fish in…

I also have an ice-cream truck story. But, my mom told us the ice cream truck was actually the baby maker (where babies come from) and it was coming around to pick up the children who’s parents didn’t want them anymore and if we got too close they might take us too. We RAN from the ice-cream truck for YEARS.

My dad told us, me and my three older sisters, that orange juice pulp was called fib. And to remove the fib from your orange juice, you used a defibrillator. This went my entire childhood and into my teens. I just believed. My sisters and I asked our friend's confused parents for defibrillators at post sleepover…

Also, the seat belt rides up to my throat and I have keep pulling it down (I’m only 5'3").  I don’t even want to imagine the neck injuries I will sustain if I’m in a serious car accident.

On top of that, when short woman drive they have to sit so far forward to be able to even reach the pedals that the force of the airbag coming out is likely to kill them. I saw this as a 5 foot nothing woman who has to sit as far forward as possible. 

but judging by the fact that they actually go back to that wretched place, given what they went through as kids, they should probably call themselves The Fools

This article reminds me I need to re-read The Stand. I have the 1150 page version and I liked it, but it’s been a while since I finished it, so I wonder how my perception of the book will change with time. I’m looking forward to the new miniseries, though.

We’ve been doing the same BS security procedures at airports for 18 fucking years at this point and there are still people every time I fly that are just completely clueless about what they’re supposed to be doing and that have to have their hand held through the entire process.