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A Day at the Spa

Around the Fuzzy Chicken Ranch, things have been hectic, hence the silence from this writer about such. The first of the year we ventured to the Fort Worth Live Stock Show.(THIS THING IS LEGENDARY)

In addition to all the sheep, goats, cattle, horses, and swine, the poultry show also displays several different breeds of poultry and waterfowl.  I might add this includes Silkie chickens of which the “Rancherette” proudly raises. She wanted to “show” some of her Silkie birds. This was her first show and it gave her the incentive she needed to explore the world of “showmanship”. It was a successful endeavor. With first place ribbons in hand the task turned to preparations for the next “Big Shew”. The pressure is on.

Now the “Rancherette” has been very busy lately, what with the chickens molting and such. It seems one cannot deal precisely with a molting chicken when the goal is to get them ready for the “Big Shew”. If feathers are falling out, (a natural process) then there is not much you can do as far as grooming a chicken for the “Big Shew”. For those of you who may not have knowledge of such a venture, it involves quite a bit of effort on the part of the “Rancherette”.

Such efforts should be rewarded with a day at the spa. You know, the place where one can be pampered, massaged, a new hairdo, nail polish, skin rejuvenation, and whatever else one can get added to the procedure. Well, that is exactly what the “Rancherette” desires. Sooooo,

Each prize winning little Silkie will have their personal day at the spa. Around the Fuzzy Chicken Ranch, pampering is quite normal for these birds, especially, since they have won ribbons. The first thing they are pleased to enjoy is a bath. Giving a chicken a bath is not quite like washing a dog, but somewhat better than washing a cat. It is more like washing a dust mop. In fact, we have a Silkie rooster named Dust Mop. However, he is not intent on having a spa day. He has other interests on his mind. Especially, after the little hen comes home from a day at the spa. Granted, cats and dogs do not have the same physical features of Silkies, beyond that, however, there isn’t much difference in the procedure. Feathers or fur, it is pretty much the same.

Apparently, since chickens are notorious for taking dust baths, being submerged in water is no big deal. They enjoy, so I have been told, having their little feathers stroked with all sorts of bath washes. The smellery the better (I know, it is not a word).

The “Rancherette” works her skills around and underneath the feathers to ensure each part of the feathery physique is manipulated. (This is the skin rejuvenation) The wattle must be combed or is it wattling the comb? Whatever, the color must be enhanced. Having enjoyed this, the chicken begins to cackle her appreciation. Soon thereafter, the little fluffy fowl will be wrapped in a luscious bath towel. Then, the Master Blaster is utilized. This is a device especially designed to remove water by the application of warm air to the body. Some folks call it a hair dryer. This particular one is a smaller version than that used for the dogs.

After the water is removed, the little hen looks lovingly at the masseuse as she begins to work her magic. She stretches the little wings here and there, above and under, around and over and then repeats the process, Who doesn’t like a massage every now and then? I am not sure when the nail polishing takes place; however, talcum powder is generously applied for a brightening effect. It has a smellery aroma as well. This addresses the “hairdo”.  Pampering, that’s what I call it.

At this point, I am not sure who receives the most pleasure from this experience, the little Silkie or the “Rancherette”. I do notice that the other feathery creatures are standing in line, cackling, “I’m next”, envious of the first one. I also see where the dogs in the kennel were creating a ruckus, howling and agitated. I think they want their turn in the spa as well. That is, except for the Airedale. Thankfully, we have no cats around the Fuzzy Chicken Ranch.

The “Rancherwriterpoet” might as well stand in line, too. He could use a little spa treatment, perhaps after the “Big Shew.”

A Bit Like Texas

I cannot remember a winter like the one of 2015/2016. Warm and dry and wet and cold and windy. Fortunately, where I live, we have not yet seen any snow, however the season is still upon us and each new day brings us another repeat of the entire process.

The cold has not been completely unbearable, the dry only lasted so long, and the wet filled the pond until the dry took over again. Yesterday, the temp was hovering around 40 degrees and the wind was blowing from the north about 20 miles an hour. I do not know the formula for determining the wind chill; I will guess it is cold! Today, the sun is shining, the temp is still around 40 this morning, however the wind is not blowing. It will make for a great day.

But, that is how it is when you live in Texas and apparently other places as well. Mark Twain once said, “If you don’t like the weather in New England, just wait a few minutes.” People of numerous other states have obviously plagiarized that idiom. Thanks Mark Twain, for your input.

I have traveled to various parts of the world, thanks, in part to the United States Navy. I have visited some of the most beautiful places on this earth through my tours with Uncle Sam and I loved every one of them.

I have lived in other parts of this great United States. Everywhere I chose to live was a great place. Some had lofty mountains, some had great sandy beaches, and some had deep towering forests. I have lived in large cities and small rural communities, on major interstate highways, on dusty county roads and I loved them all.

Each place I have ever visited or lived has its own peculiar idiosyncrasies. Some are quirky, others sophisticated, many quaint or contemporary, and complicated or simple, maybe elegant or primitive.  The one thing they all have in common is the weather. Some days hot, some cold, some windy, some calm, some wet, some dry.

Sounds a bit like Texas. A place I dearly love. My condolences to those of you who must live elsewhere.

Two Peas in a Pod

That famous idiom conjures up the imagination of most when they see twins. Supposedly, the two are indistinguishable from each other.  I beg to differ.

In my family, I have four of the greatest great-grandsons. The first and oldest is Judah, at the ripe old age of five. He is quite a funny little guy and an astute individual. He adores his young brothers. Next in line is Zayne. He is a little fellow, I think pushing four and he pushes the envelope with his intelligence. Rounding out the four great-grandsons are Enoch and Ezra, the young brothers of Judah. Each of my great grandsons is special in their own right.

Enoch and Ezra, are twins. Although not identical, they are similar enough to be recognized as “Two Peas in a Pod.”

However, there is where the similarity ceases. For these two are destined to be recognizable in their own right. I am not any sort of prognosticator of the future because of any special knowledge. I can surmise, however, that when God moves into their young lives, great things will happen.

This Sunday, a baby dedication will occur at the church where their parents attend. Enoch and Ezra will be presented to God and their parents will acknowledge that these boys are a gift from the Almighty. In His goodness, God offered these two sons to their mother and father, to be raised in a manner of speaking, as children of God. It is an awesome responsibility. In Luke, we are told that Mary and Joseph presented Jesus before the Lord. What a sight that must have been. Enoch and Ezra, you will have that same experience. of being presented to the Lord.

Enoch and Ezra, I am your great-grandfather. I am not nor have I ever been any special kind of person, just a grandfather. I am entitled to write what I feel. These are words from my heart. In the years to come, there will be bridges to cross, paths to take, choices to make, and doors to open. The world will be at your doorstep. You will make many decisions during your lifetime. It is important, I believe, to ask for guidance from God, our heavenly Father. Because you also have Biblical names, (both were men of God,) it  seems to me that you would make sense of that as well.

When your mother turned thirteen, I wrote her a thirteenth birthday letter. Each of my grandchildren received such a letter on their thirteenth birthday. Thirteenth birthday letters were a way of me acknowledging that my grandchildren were no longer children, but in fact had become teenagers and as such, deserved that recognition. In each of those letters, a theme is prominent. That God is the Source of Life and He should be at the forefront of yours. That is what I want you to take from this. I may or may not be around to write your thirteenth birthday letter. And, just in case I am not, then you may substitute this.

Enoch and Ezra, you both are a gift from God. I treasure that. May you each have a wondrous life. May your dreams be such that you will honor God in each instance. May you never forget that it is He who sustains you. And when the time is right, may you make the decision to follow Christ with a personal relationship.

For me, “Children’s children are a crown to the aged…” Proverbs 17:6.

This is the legacy I hope you will remember. You may be like “Two Peas in a Pod” but you are NOT just any two peas in a Pod. You are special.  You are a gift from God.

Just a proud grandfather

February 24, 2016

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