Friday, April 17, 2009

Chicken Soup?

The other evening I hopped into the van and noticed the rear passenger seat catapulted up against the front passenger seat. A HUGE box lay where the seat should have been bolted to the floor.
"What's this?" I asked GG.
"Violinist's chicken box."
"Pardon, me?"
"Violinist's chicken box."
"For?"
"Chickens."
"And?"
"He thinks he is going to raise chickens behind The Shop from Hell."
So Friday, after Good Friday morning service, when some children were scampering about hunting eggs, Violinist and Med Student Friend had a good workout in Walter from The Winery's backyard, attempting to capture chickens with their box trap and a fishing net. After which, they carted their chickens home in Decadent Housewife's van and after which, they set loose in GG's Shop from Hell.

The Cat, most disturbed by these latest intruders to her domain, sat howling all the first two nights at the back door, while Jet and Bess stared at her, flicking their tails and giving small, well timed hisses, "Serves you right, Missy, for treating us the way you have all winter. Hissss." The next morning I braved a peek into the Shop from Hell and saw two roosters cuddled up with one chicken behind some machine sequestered out there which GG uses to sharpen my kitchen knives. I will remind him to just stick with the wet stone.
"Violinist, do you realize that you can't raise livestock in Town?"
"Yeah, but I can raise them here."
"Do you realize that your so called chickens are actually two roosters and one chicken?"
"Yeah, but it was a deal. Walter from The Winery didn't need them anymore, and the chicken lays an egg a day."
"Violinist, did you forget you are moving out soon and that chickens take work and it isn't going to be moi?"

Med Student Friend and Violinist spent Easter Monday morning making crepes, but not with any eggs they found in The Shop from Hell. Instead they fed the birds 2.49/lb. seedless grapes and thoughtfully cleaned out my vegetable crisper of rotten red peppers and talked about killing the roosters, but neither of them can bring themselves to do the deed and I'M not about to get out there and show them how it's done. So. The plan is this. One night in the dark. The dark, dark, dark, when it is forecast to be a dark and stormy night - anyway, under cover of darkness, Violinist is going to recruit Buff, sneak over to Madame Le Francais' chicken coop, throw the roosters and hen over her fence into her chicken run, hopefully not create a Bremen Town Musicians brouhaha and then run like chickens themselves, the heck out of there.

I, Decadent Housewife will hear all about it when Madame telephones with the latest barnyard gossip, "Someting upset the chicken last night and this morning, Pierre find two stray rooster and a hen. By the way, I have four dozen egg, you want them?" I will walk over, buy her beautiful free range eggs, examine her latest lovely handmade quilt and ask, "So. What do you plan to do with your new chickens?"

6 comments:

Flip Flop Floozie said...

WOW!! I think the lady has a plan!! Good luck with that.
Thank you for thinking and praying for Judy..We are so relieved but now we have to keep praying for these next 5 days for the biopsy to come back clean...Oh that will be great...Then we can all breathe again..Thanks so much.
Sandy

Jeanne said...

Love and hugs.........
Love all you share.

Mental P Mama said...

That is quite the plan you are hatching....

Alyssa Goodnight said...

Your photographs are gorgeous--just gorgeous!

AngelMc said...

Stumbled in to your blog, stayed and visited awhile. Really enjoyed.

Decadent Housewife said...

Thanks, Alyssa and AngelMc for your compliments! Glad you found us over here and liked it.