26th September, 2018 Wednesday
So the dream was about Harpo, my African Grey child.
I am with a friend on an outing. I have Harpo on my arm and she takes us to a place I am not sure what it is but its open to the public. Shortly after we arrive, she is greeting a woman I am supposed to have met before somewhere but I am not sure where but she is known as Katie. Now Katie sports a white lab coat and seems to be important to this place. She is very interested in Harpo. Katie leads us to a building which inside is a very big rectangle with a ceiling open to the sky. There are openings running the lengths of the walls but they are covered in wire mesh. There are bird stands lining the sides of the room. She wants me to release Harpo in here and I am concerned Harpo could fly out through the open roof but then I see there is screening over the opening to the sky. Essentially this room is the bare bones of an aviary.
I put Harpo down and immediately notice another African Grey is on the ground and I am worried that Harpo will be attacked. But Katie is not worried for either bird and encourages me to relax. The two birds walk around each other investigating and then both of them fan their tail feathers like peacocks only their fans are almost fully round and look like hammered gold discs with embedded gems of every color. They both are quite pleased with their fans and I am stunned at this new talent of Harpo’s. His mandala fan tail is shimmering and glittering. He is quite amazing.
Katie is trying to convince me Harpo should stay and be a part of her breeding plan. I am not at all sure about this. You see, I would miss him.
And that’s it for that.
I had my pupils dilated about an hour ago and the news is well, my eyes are healthy little orbs with just the faintest baby cataracts. Not so old yet.
The day is so damn bright right now. My eyes just cannot deal with the white out the window on the chicken tarped roof.
So the first batch of chickens are harvested today and I am granted the opportunity to buy some thighs. Oh I cannot wait. This chicken is the best damn chicken we have ever put in our mouths. Yes indeed indeed indeed it is.
But I will miss them in my field. The plan at least as of today is that the chickens will be back next year. Three rounds of 100 or so roasters. If anyone had told me a year ago that I would be hosting chickens in my new field, I would have been really really interested.
All the dogs are peaceful and curled up asleep.
Its an early fall afternoon. The air is warm but not too. There so many trees that have turned away their greens in favor of that last shameless flush of orange, red and yellow. It is so far my favorite time of year here. So very very lovely.
I so love living in small small towns. Homogenization seems to be the requirement for urban living, you have to be alike. Fall in step, swim hard in that very narrow river of acceptability. And instead of the world getting more diversely accepting of the march of one’s own drummer, the pendulum seems to have swung the other way entirely. One must follow only that one drummer. I am alien, I guess, and proud to be so.
Yoga today was my own directed chosen flow. My body is so different than it was a year ago. The move indeed has left its kinks and some extra padding which must go. My left leg has bee sidelined too much by my much commanding right. My left shoulder doesn’t really like to move because I sleep left almost always. My neck is just a little kinked. It is so interesting what your body begins to tell you once you begin to listen.
I have to give my eyes a rest.
Ta.
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