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It Was Noon

It was noon, could have been any day of the week or year. I am looking out my kitchen window when Buckie, my rooster began gathering all of his hens back into the brooder house.

He’s not stupid and knew we were under a tornado warning.

Noooooooo, don’t ask me how he knew because he doesn’t have internet or cable TV access in his part of my Forest. None-the-less he knew.

One hen, Murcrow the cougar of the brood was nowhere to be found in the hen house that day at noon. She was the easiest to spot having black feather’s like a Raven intermingled with emerald green ones. She was the crown jewel of beauty, wise, graceful and over the years, I enjoyed the lovely blue eggs she would lay in her nest. Many a rooster had tried to bed her but none had loved her like Buckie.

Buckie crowed and wailed in anguish, “Murcrow hurry hurry the sky is black as night”. She’s not talking and I’m not telling on her either. Soooooooooo I see him waddling out of the brooder house risking life and tail feathers in search of her.

She had found her a spot behind a big bush tucked in nice and comfy under the eave in the back of the house.  Naturally, I am privy to all of the doings because like I said earlier I’m looking out the kitchen window and for most folks that would be the back of the house.

Murcrow seems proud of Buckie and his show of affection; him being the boss of things and protector of his hens.  Sooooooooo in her, I’m okay voice she chirps “all is well and you have done your best. Now go back and attend to your frightened brood of hens.”

She has seen 16 years of all four seasons now having reached the age where she frankly doesn’t give a crap what the weather is up too.

Crawling next to her behind the big bush under the overhang of the house roof below my kitchen window, I hear him tell her, “I’m here, I love you. You were my first fix into rooster hood and I ain’t leavin’ you now”!!

When troubles come into your life and trust me I’m as old as Murcow in hen years, take a lesson and listen up.  Saddle up, put your booted foot in the strip, grab the ear of this wild stallion of life, throw your body up and over and ride like the wind for success.  Buckie did!

If that doesn’t work for you, hide out and miss being near the ones you love, the dreams you wish you had followed.   Please don’t take that attitude it’s been done before.  It doesn’t work.

I watched an old hen teach a young buck rooster to take a risk out of love, passion, respect, and duty. When it’s your turn pay it forward.

Ride now friends, ride like the wind. Follow your dream we are all burning daylight in one way or the other may as well make it count.

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Arlene Switzer Flynn
Arlene Switzer Flynnhttp://www.arleneswitzerflynn.net/
ARLENE retired from a long and extraordinary career in real estate, both residential and commercial, followed by ownership of her own mortgage broker company. She is a member of Who’s Who for Executives and Professionals in America. She returned to her ‘”forest” with thoughts of retirement, and a new love entered her life – writing. Her first novel “Buzzard’s Glory” hit the market running, and the sequel is hot on its trail. She also writes short stories of humor, old sage advice and inspiration.

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    • Thanks Larry, I might need help with that. Raising my daughter was the scariest time in my life.

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