windthread

somewhere in here is the scrap,  smaller than a postage stamp,  that was the real beginning.   I emptied out 2 of the oversize ziplocks,  these are what rose up and out.  And so we can go.   

a good.  really good thing because the rest of the day wasn't so much.   In her driveway,  a regular short city driveway,  the catalytic converter was stolen from her truck.   Just outside her door,  really.    Quietly and efficiently stolen.  It's a big "business" lately around here.  We read about it in the local facebook page.  So…today its us.    This year has been a hard one for her body,  and with other things,  this is like the    [ Deb G. ]   frosting on her cake.   Also,  the third day of over 100 degrees.   I turn the hose on behind this tin house as i am on my way to feed the Doe Goats in eve.   The hose runs as i walk to the Curry House.  When i got there,  Talkie was standing,   her big yellow feet  in the middle of the flow,  her beak wide open,  panting.    I filled the water tub and then left it running for a while for her.  I don't know much about heat and chickens.