The Crazy Chicken Lady Gazette Vol 1, No 1

Bringing you all the chicken poop that’s fit to print, and some as what ain’t.

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The Great Chicken Kerfuffle

Summer brings gardening, fruits and vegetables and this summer the neighbors went into high gear. They have a half acre laid out in corn, beans, squash and tomatoes! It is quite the extravaganza with three families working and eating the produce.

Enter Miss Dixie, our wild little hen who lives in the trees and eats what she pleases, mostly bugs and seeds she finds, and the occasional flushing cheek of the largest most promising tomatoes in their garden, not mine…

Very recently, this caused the Mr. from next door to come over and firmly voice his complaints about said little white chicken. I quickly apologized and went on to explain Miss Dixie’s situation.

You see sir, Miss Dixie was one of several chickens who were attacked and damaged by a neighbors dogs in 2011. She being the only survivor, went rogue. Taking to the trees to roost by night and the field to forage by day. This worked out well for me because she came home to lay her eggs with the other hens and pick up a bite or two and then she continued her foraging for the day.

I further explained to him that I understand his concerns.  I told him,  “I will try to catch her, but make no promises because of my arthritis.  If I can’t catch her then we’ll figure something out.”

He acquiesced and went home.

Previous to this incident (last year in April, and right before my knee surgery) I had to get rid of my chickens because Bob wouldn’t have time to care for them, and I couldn’t manage the job at all. As well, our other neighbor had called to complain that my chickens were scratching up all her sons newly planted seeds and could I please catch them and pen them up! I told her not to worry, and that I planned to get rid of my chickens anyway. I managed to catch every one but Miss Dixie. So now it is the day before my surgery and I still haven’t caught her. I called the neighbor and said, I’m sorry but Miss Dixie is a wild chicken and I can’t catch her. If she’s too much bother then tell your husband to use her for target practice! To which she replied,

“OH NO, THAT WON’T BE NECESSARY, I’M SURE WE’LL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT!!!”

Originally, we were told by this particular neighbor who owns all the land and houses on our street except two, ours and the people across the street, that our chickens were delightful and it wasn’t a problem to let them free range in their pasture. As the land usage has changed I have tried to respond accordingly.

The surprise in all of this is now their renters, the Mr. whose tomatoes were accosted, have about 50 chickens of their own. Yes, really! So when his nephew came to the door and complained about Miss Dixie again, Bob told him that we had asked their landlord to make good on our previous suggestion as to what to do about Miss Dixie, and that he didn’t want to hear anymore about the subject! Sigh…

Apparently, this upset said Mr. and his family, and now suddenly they want to take Miss Dixie, clip her wings and put her in a chicken run.

Miss Dixie is wild, I told them. She is old and won’t take well to captivity, I said. Yet, they were adamant that if they clipped her wings and put her in with their chickens then it would work. That was two weeks ago. Day before yesterday, they let all their chickens out.

Miss Dixie slept in her tree that night. 😉

She has not put a toenail nor pinfeather in their yard on either day, although she may in future…

I do hope they have the sense not to come knocking on our door again as regards Miss Dixie.

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Miss Dixie and RC in happier times.

The Dreaded Earworm

No, I don’t mean the corn earworm, although the gardeners and farmers of the world might have a word to say about these pests…

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English: A corn earworm (helicoverpa zea) larva (possibly in 3rd instar) in situ on a cob of corn. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m talking about that nasty little bugger of a song that sets up housekeeping in your head!

You know the kind.  That pesky song or catchy tune that goes on and on

in a loop,

for hours,

sometimes even days!

And to clarify this phenomenon for you, he actually doesn’t even live in your ear.

He lives here in your auditory cortex.

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The primary auditory cortex is one of the main areas associated with superior pitch resolution. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I looked the word up on the Mirriam Webster site and they’ve listed its first known use as 1802, but won’t give us a clue as to where or by whom.  Bad form, sez I!

Dictionary.com says it hails from Germany and that it is pronounced Ohrwurm.  However, they give its first use in 1980 to 1985.

I even paid a visit to the venerable Oxford Dictionary, surely they must…  NOPE!  They barely acknowledge it is a word and that, seemingly, is as far as they will allow.

Still searching for its true origins led me to an article in the Guardian by Vadim Prokhorov, on June 22, 2006, entitled Can’t Get it Out of My Head.  

Herein I read the following quote from Dr. James Kellaris’ study on the earworm, at the University of Cincinnati, in which he states:

“Earworms seem to be an interaction between properties of music (catchy songs are simple and repetitive), characteristics of individuals (levels of neuroticism) and properties of the context or situation (first thing in the morning, last thing at night or when people are under stress),”

“NEUROTICISM”  ?

Oh, now, we don’t like that, do we?

Humph!

Well, I suppose if we must suffer with the occasional earworm, then at least mine will prove to be one of the gentler variety.

🙂 🙂 🙂

Pssst… I thought Dave F. at Yet Another Comic had a great take on the dreaded earworm.  Go have a look!

HERE

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What songs can’t you get out of your head?

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Photo Credit: Earworms: Why That Song Gets Stuck In Your Head

UPDATE!

My friend Marianna sent me the cure for an earworm and I just had to share it with you!

 

Friday Fictioneers: A California Snow Day

My entry for Friday Fictioneers,  July 24, 2015.

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A California Snow Day

It had snowed a good one on Mt. Baldy, so their parents took them up to play in it for the day. She hated it. Her digits were numb and the sun had produced a crust on the snow that made it unsuitable for snowball fights. With squeals of delight her younger brothers cavorted throwing ice chunks at each other. She wanted to go home.

Later, in sullen disinterest Loraine watched as little Aaron climbed a giant wedge shaped boulder, did a victory dance at the top, then slipped. Straddling the wedge his mouth formed a silent, “O”

She winced.

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Forgotten

My entry for Friday Fictioneers,  July 10, 2015, is quite tardy this time!  Usually I am early…  Ah well, next time, eh?

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PHOTO PROMPT © Stephen Baum

Forgotten

~Sunrise~

Julia never hesitated when the call went out for new volunteers. She grabbed her gear and headed up. The light was intense. She walked a bit, let her eyes adjust, then walked a bit further. It was a painful process.

~Midday~

The volunteers gathered to discuss their findings and what they knew of the surface history.  All records indicated their elders ruined it. Their summation? They would likely do it again.

They voted unanimously not to return.

~Evening~

Speculation that night was that they’d been incinerated, poisoned or eaten. They would never know for sure.

The elders voted to reseal the tunnel.

 

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