Hazy daze of November....

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“There wuz some things he stretched a bit but mainly he told the truth.” Mark Twain

Well, I ain’t writ anything a’tall for a coupla daze now cuz truth be told, there ain’t been much of nuthin’ going on here in Ol Fair Oaks...I think mainly it’s becuz of the weather, y’see...it being November ‘n all, we been having cold nites (well, cold to old Fair Oakians anyway the temp falling into the 40’s at nite)...the daze are nice, sunny with a few clouds floating by on their way to the mountains...cool enuff to wear a shirt over my tee shirt whilst pretending t’do yard work...

I guess the most excitement wuz when one of my neighbors, reknown for her being an outspoken chicken-lover (she feeds ‘em, she talks to ‘em ‘n even maintains a running census of ‘em) called the County Animal Controll people cuz another neighbor (a new one) when she wuz moving in, her dog got out ‘n went after a chicken in my south forty...can’t blame a dog too awful much for chasing a chicken that puts up a racket ‘n runs...anyways, I heard the noise ‘n looked out a back window in time t’see the chase...the bird wuz screaming ‘n durn near flying ‘n the dog (a fine looking Chow) wuz right behind her (or him, I cudn’t tell, they wuz moving fast)

out the yard ‘n up the hill they went ‘til the chicken turned into driveway that leads to Gene Hall’s old place, Gene Hall having gone t’meet his maker, y’see)...

That wuz a mistake on the birds part cuz there’s a big ol iron gate there ‘n it wuz closed...

Now normally that closed gate ain’t a problem for the chickens that routinely use that passage for reasons of their own but it became a major problem for the fleeing fowl on this p’ticklar date cuz it slowed him (or her) down ‘n that Chow wuz right there...end of chicken...

And since it happened almost on the chicken-loving ladies doorstep, so t’ speak, natchelly she got upset ‘n called the Sacramento County Animal Control who prob’ly informed her that the colorful chickens of Fair Oaks are considered ‘feral’ ‘n therefore unprotected by government rules ‘n regulations ‘n there simply wudn’t anything that c’d be done about it ‘cept of course if she wanted to make a complaint about a dog running unrestrained which nowadaze is again the law ‘n they c’d come out on that issue ‘n have a talk with the owner...’n so they did!

“I wake up most mornin’s torn between a desire to improve the world ‘n a desire to just kick back ‘n enjoy it. It makes it difficult to plan the day.”