TUESDAY TAIL TALE: CHESTER

RABBIT CHESTER 2017 BARLEY DARTS

Back off!  Just keep your distance and we’ll get along fine.  I’m new around here.  The name’s Chester.  Frankly, I don’t care who you are or what you do, so long as you stay out my business.  And right now, that business is snow removal.  ‘Course I don’t mind working hard.  A guy’s got to eat, you know?  And there’s some fine dining under that protective blanket.  But, it’s mine and it’s time you best be moving along.  Go find your own food.

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: NATASHA & BORIS

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Darlings, it’s Natasha again!  Remember, the last time you and I talked, I’d been upset about my profile picture?  And I was so nervous about my arranged marriage, too.  Well, that day came and went and it’s all over now.  Honestly, it was no big deal.  I worried for nothing.  And now I’m thrilled to introduce you to this stud-muffin on the left.  This is Boris.  But, don’t mind him.  He doesn’t say much.  He’s the strong, silent type.  Boris is also a good guy.  We get along fabulously.  Oh, and don’t you just love my new profile picture?  I’m simply radiant!  But, let’s just keep this our little secret for now.  Until next time, X’S & O’s.

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: FASHIONABLY LATE

HEN AND CHICKS OCTO 2017 BARELY DARTS

 

See those yellow specks to the right of my tail?  They’re not fall leaves.  Look closer and you’ll notice my two little ones.  They just hatched.  Naturally, I’m pleased as punch.  I’d just love to show them off.  But, it’s best that we keep to ourselves.  It seems that all the other hens are gossiping, behind our backs.

Every now and now then, I overhear them in their cliques.  They cluck, “What was she thinking?”  They peep, “Silly girl doesn’t know the difference between spring and fall.”  They crow, “Those two will never make it through winter.”  And the worst of all, “She should abandon them now and save her energy.”  Well, they can all kiss my grits!  We’ll be just fine.  Just wait and see.

FRIDAY FRONTIER: TRIGGERS

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It always amazes me how certain sights, sounds, or smells can trigger a memory of people, places, or events from many years ago.  Such was the case last night.  (First, I must say that I’m getting soft in my aging years, as I have allowed the dogs to spend their nights inside the house.)  We had just gone to bed, lights were out, and you could’ve heard a pin drop.  All of a sudden, there was a loud, crunching sound.  It was coming from the dog’s bed, which was at the foot of our bed.  It wasn’t a destructive crunch, but it sounded like the dog was chewing something that was very crisp.

The light switch was flipped and Shae peered over the side of the bed.  She found the dog munching on one of our freshly dug potatoes.

 

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The dog had helped himself to the potato basket.  You wouldn’t believe how crunchy and noisy a crisp, raw potato can be.  And that was the trigger!  My mind instantly raced back in time; 40 years or so…

Growing up, my brother Daryl and I shared a bedroom.  There was a small closet in it that we used as a fort.  As with most young boys with forts, there has to be food involved.  As we were trying to go to sleep one night, we could hear a mouse munching on some forgotten crackers in our “fort”.  It’s amazing how noisy a little mouse and a cracker can be, all night long.

So, the next night, as we headed upstairs to bed, we had a piece of cheese with us.  We figured if that mouse was still hungry, he could eat something quiet.  That way, we could go to sleep like good, little boys are supposed to do.  After a couple of nights of feeding the mouse, Mom found out what we were doing.  The free lunch program came to a screeching halt.  Although the mouse did receive one more meal, it cost him his life.

Last night, as the dog continued to crunch his potato, I laid there thinking happy thoughts of a simpler time.  When I awoke this morning, there was no evidence of any left over potato.  But tonight, I may just put some marshmallows in the potato bin!

 

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: TURKEY TALK

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Geez!  I can’t get any privacy ’round here!  Can’t you see that I’m not looking my best right now?  Heck, people may think I’ve got some sort of contagious disease.  So, no more photographs!  I’m molting and you need to go away.  But, promise you’ll come back in November.  I’ll gladly strut for you then and you can take all the pictures you want.