One of the things lacking from my rural home is a lack of colour. More specifically and without meaning to be politically incorrect, i miss my gay friends. I live in heterosexual land. To be fair we do have a couple of wonderful two mommy families at the kids school. I am grateful to have them around so that my children can be exposed to, at least, a little bit of "alternative" lifestyle. As an aside i hate having to say alternative - what is the better way to say that?
Anyway, before i dig myself into a hole any larger, i have missed my friends in the city from all different walks of life. Until a few days ago.
Our new neighbour had noticed my chickens across the road (why do they cross the road?) and came over to introduce himself and ask if he could buy eggs from us. The kids and i went over later with a couple dozen eggs for him and he introduced us to his partner. Another charming fellow. I don't know if it's wrong of me to be so thrilled to see some new character in my neighbourhood, but i really want my kids to meet and know all the different kinds of families and people there are in the world. I want them to be compassionate and caring and respectful. I want them to know that the world is wide open for them.
The funny part is that the following day i noticed a big pile of feathers in the yard and a hen was missing. I mentioned to the kids that checkers the hen was missing and we went on with our day. It actually snowed on saturday so the kids and i went to search out toboganning spots in the neighbourhood. As we passed our new neighbours house i saw him out on his step and waved. He yelled out "Jess! Is that you?" I walked up his driveway to say hi and he continued with:
"I'm not sure how to tell you this. I feel so bad. As i was walking my dog by your house earlier she ran in and caught one of your chickens! I chased her home and then she just spit it out. The chicken seemed fine and so i thought she'd just go home. But, i came outside an hour ago and she's sitting by my door and she's really freaking me out!"
I couldn't help but laugh.
He said "I can't believe it. You meet your neighbour one day and your dog eats their chickens the next!"
"Don't worry" i told him and went and scooped up checkers.
"Oh my god! You just pick them up! Carry them around!"
The chicken was fine. She has a few puncture wounds - nothing life threatening. And now my new neighbour, fresh from the city has a good story to tell and hopefully i have a new friend on the block.
Posted by Jess at 04:35 PM Permalink
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Now, THAT is hilarious.
Posted by Christle | February 27, 2006 05:22 PM