Welcome ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and chickens of all ages, to Cooperville.
Eric chose the orange roof for me. I’m a sucker for tangerine. Eric also laid ALL that gravel. It used to be dirt. The dirt where the cats pooped. YES THOSE FREAKING CATS. Which have now taken to pooping in our flowers.
Here are the girls, making a mad dash for it. Clack (the black one) and Cluck (the brown one) looooove when Eric lets them roam around the backyard. Eric loooooves when they try to eat our peas that are coming in. Eric just planted that little tree. It’s an apple tree that our sweet old neighbor gave it to him. Our sweet old little Latin neighbor who is the person at our church who stands at the door and greets you. He’s ADORABLE. He also hates the cats, and told Eric that a couple of years ago the cat problem got really bad. Then he said to Eric in a low voice, with his thick accent, “This is just between us. But if you put some broken glass in some ground meat…poof! No more cats.” That’s my kind of man.
Here’s a beauty shot of Cluck. Clack just would not hold still. Cluck is probably the more beautiful bird, but she’s also the top of the pecking order, which trust me is real, and she bullies Clack around. So Eric and I both like Clack better.
And here’s a picture of what Eric does when he’s not outside looking at the chickens and marveling at his back yard. He’s inside, looking out the window at the chickens, marveling at his backyard. But he still finds time to do the dishes and rub my feet occasionally, so I’m not complaining.
The one thing we didn’t take into account is that chickens are not silent. They make noise people, NOISE. This city girl did not know that. And they make a lot of noise when they are about to lay an egg. This became apparent to us the second morning that we had them and Eric and I were both awaken by a, “Bok, bok, bok, BOK, BOK BAAAAAAAKKKKAAAWWWWWWWW.” It was cute. Really cute. And I bet the renters downstairs, and the next door neighbors, both the upstairs AND downstairs ones, thought it was especially cute. Granted it was 7:15 a.m., not 5 a.m., but 7 a.m. is still early for us. (I know, I know, JUST WAIT FOR THAT BABY) Still, it’s not a wake-up time I feel comfortable forcing on the neighborhood. But Eric finds if he opens the window and talks to them they shut up. And hopefully some fresh eggs will placate the neighbors. But other than that, the girls are just fine.
I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay here in Cooperville. Come back and visit us soon.
Town Scribe of Cooperville
Mayor of Cooperville
Town Moron (sorry Clack but it’s true)
What we ACTUALLY did for the cat problem is sprinkle some orange zest in the flower beds. They don’t like citrus apparently, and this seems to be helping a great deal.