Meg has moved back from Texas to Boston! It’s a long story, but she is happy to be back with her family and living near the ocean. This move has also precipitated a newfound longing to write on her blog again! Lucky you guys!
Meg and her husband found an adorable rental house, which includes a chicken coop in the backyard. Currently she only knows one chicken by name, the delightful Sylvia. The other members of the gang include a peacock and peahen pair named George and Martha, who like to irritate handsome dog Jack by displaying their magnificent feathers and disobeying his considerable herding skills.
Rest assured Meg does not take care of this flock, she is just the lucky recipient of their eggs and entertainment value, where entertainment equals staring at them while she drinks wine on the patio. But one fine day, the hens were were out free ranging in the field, and a straggler did not make it back to the coop by dusk. Concerned, Meg headed out back to open the coop and shoo it in, whereupon she got her boot stuck in a wood pallet and she could not pull it out. It was in fact, a Davey and Goliath moment, where one needs serious rescuing before they break their ankle and the mountain patrol has to come in with a cask of
vodka brandy to calm the nerves.
Meg remembers feeling Catholic guilt watching a Lutheran show.
Luckily for Meg, her husband was looking out the picture window,
concerned laughing his ass off and came out to pull her boot out of the slat. She regaled her husband for his heroics, declaring it was like when”Goliath when rescued Davey from the dangerous rocket launching pad by pulling his foot out of the metal grate“.*
Meg’s husband laughed, and then she became obsessed with finding that episode; could it really have been a figment of her imagination? Maybe she was thinking of the time Davey got trapped in a mine or fell overboard in the lake? Either way, she was a winner that day getting rescued, and most of all, for being back in New England.
(*Meg discovered it was Davey’s sister that got all tangled up with a rocket. She knew her imagination wasn’t playing tricks on her.)
Meg would not have thought the spineless Jane had enough nerve to get into trouble.