Tuesday, May 03, 2016
Randomest
Randomest thought ever posted....
A near neighbor is doing the urban-chicken thing. At first they had a rooster who liked to get up in the trees for his 10:30 AM NYC wakeup call, but I haven't heard him in a long time. Pretty sure the zoning code permits about a dozen hens and NO roosters, so maybe they ate him.
Lately I'm hearing the hens more often. It's an old familiar homey sound. The last time I heard chickens was at Grandpa's house in 1955. I enjoyed both the sound and the taste of Grandpa's chickens, though I probably didn't grasp the connection at that age.
The conventional representation of rooster-sound is wrong. Roosters don't say cockadoodledoo; more like deepadeeeeeee. But the conventional spelling of hen-sound is exactly right. Buk buk buk b'gawk.
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Last summer was superhot. Plants grew wildly when they had water. My front lawn turned tough, much harder to mow. More fibrous or more silicon or something. This year is closer to average so far, and the long-term predictions are also for an average summer. Even so, the grass remembered its need for toughness. After one or two warmish (79F) days, it's already hard to mow. Maybe it knows something that the long-term predictors don't.
Labels: Heimatkunde
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