Fowl

Monday, December 12, 2011
In which those silly creatures return yet again…

OLeif and Puck were busy feeding bread to the rogue chicken trio in the backyard that morning. OLeif’s theory was that they had escaped and lived in the abandoned animal hospital down the street.
A little wintry Anuna to begin the morning.
And questions from Puck…
“Mama? Why is the world not upside-down, with all the things falling into the sky?”
“Why do you think?”
“Because God doesn’t want people to float around, does he?” he giggled. “Why can’t we eat clouds?”

As the morning progressed, Puck found himself sitting contently at the kitchen table with a mug of cocoa…
“I like bubbles. And I eat bubbles. Num num.”
By this time, the chickens were jumping as high as they were able, to nab berries from the bushes at the back fence. Collette began to wonder where they laid their eggs… and for that matter, how they were surviving the freeze at nights.

Blue-grays rolled in the afternoon.
And with the mail came a red envelope and candy-cane swirled card that read:

Dear Gus,
“Thank you for my heart jewel. I love it because it is pretty. I love you too. I will make clouds like you did and I will marry you.”
Love,
Anneliese

At dinner, Puck had further questions, including, “Will we die in Heaven?”
And leave it to the growing chub to find the forgotten boxes of antique glass ornaments in the basement and decorate the tree himself with no help…
“Daddy will be so surprised,” he said seriously.

In other news, Rose had obtained her cat, which she was to give an Arabic name after further research.

A light rain came in with the night as Collette’s eyes grew more and more red from finishing the proposal and cataloging 14th century earls.