Sunday, December 27, 2009


I have told you about Larry....who pretended to be Lilly for several months after I hatched him. Suddenly he began his squeaky crow.

Well that crow is developing nicely and he has a fancy hair doo and he is getting his tail feathers and he is BLONDE!!!!

I knew the faithful 4 would have a hard time resisting. Studmuffin lately has been chasing him away from his girls. Of course he runs away screaming like a girl.

Typical youngin when faced with true power.

But yesterday while I was setting up the new trampoline I saw the drama unfold.

Larry caught one of the females eye. He instantly poofed his feathers, dropped one wing, dropped his head and began to dance.

She glanced back at Studmuffin who was busy finding food for the other girls. She looked at Larry who danced again...making promises he probably would not keep. And then she made up her mind. She walked to Larry. That is when Studmuffin noticed. All he did in his dignified way was round up the remaining girls and walk away.

Last night when I closed up the chicken house....there was Larry on the roost with Studmuffin and the girls...all except the one with the scarlet letter on her. She was banned to sleep alone on the nest box.

This morning she had to make the same decision. Larry began to dance, Studmuffin stood dignified. Then a mean guniea attacked her and what did she do? Run straight for the one she knew would protect her...Studmuffin. And she got quite a shock. He turned on her and burred up and chased her off. No longer would she be one of his flock. She went into the waiting wings of Larry who welcomed her.

As the Farm Turns

Thursday, December 17, 2009

8 Days til Christmas...can you believe it?

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
" So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us