I wanted to use the word “assundry” in this post’s title…………..but apparently there’s no such word(?)………………just like “snuck”………………go figure…

Hmmmmmmm.  You learn something new everyday.

But I like snuck and assundry and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

I can make them work.

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Well, Florence has made landfall and done her damage.  She continues to down-grade and idle inland while dumping gallons of rain in her wake.

 

Tropical Depression Helene is still doing pirouettes in the Atlantic.

Tropical Depression Joyce is going backwards.

And it looks like Isaac (in the Gulf of Mexico) is petering out………..hopefully.

My family was reminiscing about last year and Hurricane Irma…………..geez…

She was down-grading to a Hurricane 2 when the eye went over us.

I still have the nervous tics that started that night………..the Keys were hit hard when she was still a 5.

But not to be misled by an optimistic weather report, this morning started out with the usual, fresh disaster here on our dead-end road in the swamp.

I was calling in the Irish Wolfhounds from the backyard for their breakfast……………..everyone was at the door, bouncing up and down……………but not Molly.

Not a good sign.

So, I go out to investigate………………

And I find Molly reclining by the rainwater-filled sinkhole……………with something way too white between her front paws…………………………….really not a good sign.

 

On closer examination, I come to find out……………it is an ex-chicken.

The other five Wolfhounds surge up behind me.

Molly repeatedly growls to warn them off of her kill.

 

I pick up a big stick…………………………….nobody growls and warns me off NOTHIN’ !!!

And then a full-fledged dog fight ensues…………..

 

 

I didn’t start it…….

……….but I ended it………….

 

I’d like to say it’s never occurred before……………..but, I really can’t.

Here’s the situation, as I see it…

We have a pack of hounds, dead prey, and a challenge for alpha-bitch,…………….again…

……………………………………………..and I won…

Again………….

I just won’t entertain the possibility of not winning.

After all, I AM the bi-ped with opposable-thumbs!

I know how my carcass is ultimately going to be found………….I’ll die in the house and the cats will start nibbling on me starting with my eyes…….

That paints a pretty picture, doesn’t it?

Well…………..I think about these things………………quite a lot…

It just makes sense…………..apparently, the most household accidents occur getting out of the bath tub……………….at least I will have had a bubble bath first.

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But back to the chicken-fiasco.

It “was” the Polish-Crested Rooster.

Well, as least I think it was him………………….it’s kind of hard to tell without a head.

……………………and he was one of the chickens that my friends were going to show at the up-coming Florida State Fair…………………

……………………I dread telling them…………………

 

Upon reflection, I’d have to say that the Polish-Crested are not a hearty breed.  Or perhaps they just aren’t inclined to make good choices (like not going into the back yard————no poultry-DNA continues from the back yard).

 

 

 

Of the four Polish-Crested chicks I received in the spring, only one little hen has made it to-date……………

 

 

Oh, and I’m treating Willow (the youngest Irish Wolfhound) with a dramatic laceration in her side.

She probably needs a half dozen stitches…………..I’m too angry to pull out the dental floss and needles……………

I’ll use colloidal silver………..it always does a great job closing up wounds all by itself…………Willow really doesn’t want me using sharp objects around her right now…………..

I think she made a play for Alpha, too…………………..silly youngster…………..

I guess Molly showed her……………..it had to be Molly………………I know I didn’t bite her.

Well, another day at the oasis has begun……………….but not for the ex-chicken…

 

 

Sigh…