After almost a year’s absence, I decided to start writing again. Lately I’ve been feeling a little guilty for using www.backyardchickens.com as my personal blog. So I dusted off my old blog, Living Country in the City, changed it’s name to Chicken Squawk, since I live in the country now, not the city, and sat down to write.
I needed material. Since I re-named the blog Chicken Squawk, perhaps I could write about the chickens. I went out to the chicken yard to observe but they failed to inspire me with all the walking, pecking, and clucking.
They almost seemed be on vacation.
Even blind Lucy found herself a sunny spot and wasn’t interested in talking.
So I decided to blog about our visitors from Canada. After all, they eat and poop here everyday so they are hardly visitors anymore. They were even less inspiring than the chickens and had food hanging out of their mouths anyway.
Mr. and Mrs. Mallard visit frequently, eat our grass and swim in our pond. They owe me. They too declined my request for an interview.
Mr. Mallard, “Quack.”
My last hope would the donkeys. They are hard to photograph because of their big heads but I figured I could make it work. I made my decision.
Jack, my shadow, would be the subject of my first blog post in almost a year. It would be perfect. He loves me unconditionally. So I loaded my pockets with carrots and headed out to get some blog fodder.
We were discussing the terms and conditions of the agreement when she showed up on the dirt road behind us.
She had him at “Hello.”
He ditched me like a hot rock, taking Diana, my second choice with him.
Jack, “Hey baby, wait up.”
I returned to the house despondent. Two cups of coffee and a slice of raisin toast later, it hit me. I knew the reason I could not blog and I knew I would have to resolve it. There is one element that a blogger simply cannot be without in order to blog with any passion. I got my purse and car keys and set out to find the solution to my writer’s block.
Twenty miles away I found what I had been looking for. I found my muse, Thelma, and her sister Louise.
I loaded my new baby Tennessee Fainting goats into the Hummer and headed home to blog! They did not disappoint. One simply cannot blog without a goat. You can read all about it tomorrow. We’re going to bed.