She's such a pretty girl. I hope one day I get lucky and snap her in mid-squat, the position she generally assumes when I first greet her. I believe she's waiting for me to fertilize her. God, I love chickens: instinct, pure and undiluted. Little machines of nature.
Pretty lazy days in my household. It's hard to get energized when it's dark a little after 4 in the Godforsaken afternoon. At night, it's reading and/or DVDs (I'm reading The Satanic Verses - yeah, shut up - so it only took me 20 years to get around to it - and working through the box set of Angel). My place is very cozy, it just needs a fireplace and I've been eyeing these phony jobs they have at Home Despot. My friend Jimmy used to have one of the old motion lamp/fake logs on fire, set beneath a faux mantlepiece, and you would always head over to it, first thing, to warm your hands on it. Except there was no warmth. Psyche!