This past weekend we traveled up the interstate highway system to upper east Tennessee to the menagerie of offspring Chickenpoet. She shares her home with many furry and feathered friends, not to mention spouse and her own offspring. One of those , M.A., is turning ten years old. It hardly seems possible that it has been that long since I was in the delivery room with camera in hand to record that momentous occasion. The words *Mom, I’m going to kill you!* were new to the doctor delivering the child. (Sorry Chickenpoet, I will remove that line if you wish ) ;->
We arrived bearing gifts, including an unbirthday gift as written about in Poor Richard’s Almanac . On the front deck was a large wire cage containing baby chicks singing a chorus of feed me, hear me, love me, rescue me! One little fellow,name of Wild Thing, shown in the top photo was singled out for having a crossed beak, not a good thing in the world of chickens. Of course that means we love him even more and he will get special care from the tender hearted Chickenpoet.
Inside Casa Chickenpoet cockatiel Bird Daniels, rhymes with Jack Daniels, holds court. You may remember that he accompanied us on our beach vacation this year and is considered a full voting rights member of our clan. He kept us busy scratching him under the chin and would travel along the back of the couch and nip your ear if you dawdled with the scratching duties. The Financier was assigned this task.
Anyone bemoaning the state of the leaders of tomorrow as not being in touch with the outside world of nature, look no further than the boys of Chickenpoet. Shown here is younger brother of birthday boy M. A., G. A. with his pet turkey, age four months, Proud Mary. How many times have you seen a child hugging a juvenile turkey?
Not only is G. A. an animal lover, he also is a gardener. Shown here is his crop of tobacco, yes the kind for cigarettes. There is an allottment system for the growing and selling of this crop and his plants will be added to his paternal grandfather’s harvest. If this is not correct, CP, let me know.
Also seen in the area of the chicken coop was this pelargonum that doesn’t need flowers to be beautiful.
Now we get to the meat of the story, the birthday celebration wrestling match. G. A. , M. A., LTB (the small legs and offspring of Semi) and our offspring Semi (feet being tickled into submission while being held down by the boys) willingly continued this tradition. It is a bit of a free for all in this clan, and that’s the way we like it! Especially being able to view from the safety of the couch.
Playing well the part of younger sibling, by a mere fifteen months, G. A. swoops in at just the right moment to blow out the birthday candles before the one being honored can get the breath out. Fight ensues, to be broken up by Dad. *Whoever is hurt go to your room!* This is the playbook we should have followed when raising our four offspring. You have to be able to take it if you are going to play rough!