“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones” — Albert Einstein

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

What Would You Do With A Day Of Solitude?

Alone for the day. They ask, What are you going to do in that quiet house, all alone? What will you do with ALL that time? 

Shall I waste it? Daydream and piddle it away?  Drink, dance, light candles and incense, play music and write? Write and write and write? Time well wasted. A beautiful wasted afternoon. 

But dusk gathers, and I’m a chicken farmer as well as a writer. Eggs are gathered in baskets and await their sorting and boxing, but now I must go outside into the bitter cold one last time to shut the hens in for the night.

In the light of the quarter moon, the greenhouse glistens like a snow globe and each frosted blade of grass across the expanse of lawn is an ice crystal twinkling like fairy dust in the headlights of my pickup. I’m a chicken farmer and winter has arrived at last. The ground is frozen so my boots won’t sink into the mire that surrounded the chicken coops from the rain and slush preceding Christmas. There was no hope of it drying under the gunmetal sky with the low light of the winter solstice. No hope of a terra firma without the air temperature dipping into the twenties and staying there. Staying there.

I’m a chicken farmer and with dusk the chickens are back inside and roosting, and I must shut the coops. Roosting, they are vulnerable to any creature that might chose to invade the coop under cover of night: the coons and the skunks, the mink, fox and ground hogs, all hungry for a tasty chicken on a cold winter’s night, a meal worth the risk of a foray into populated areas. So I must cross the poultry fence in the light of the headlights I aimed to light my way. I traipse across the frozen blades of fairy grass that crunch underfoot like tiny bones to secure the coop, shut out the varmints and protect the sleeping chickens that turn comatose with the setting of the sun. Lively creatures by day, they turn silent and immobile by night, becoming even more defenseless than they naturally are. 

The stars that populate the sky and the moon at half-mast help to light my way and I reach the open door without tripping over the poultry fence or the feeders or the big stick one must carry by day to ward off the rooster with his spurs. The hens are lined up on their roosts like sparrows on a high wire. The white rooster is on the top rung surrounded by his adoring flock. He lifts his head and gives me a baleful look but doesn't budge from his perch. I slam the door shut and wedge a board against it for added protection against the crafty coon with crafty hands that can turn handles and unlatch fences. Sleep settles over the coop buttoned up for the night, and all are safe. I’m no longer a chicken farmer. I’m a writer.


Mama Zen said...

I could see this so clearly!

Yvonne Osborne said...

Thank you!!

Jemi Fraser said...

Lovely. It's wonderful how our different 'parts' combine to make us our 'wholes'. Happy New Year Yvonne - all the best for 2015!!

Yvonne Osborne said...

Thanks so much! And thanks for posting a tweet about my chicken essay. You're the best and Happy New Year to you as well.

Anthony Duce said...

A day in the life…. Such wonderful writing.. How lucky we are that you are both.
Happy New Year..

Yvonne Osborne said...

Thanks Tony! Happy New Year to my favorite artist.

Wendy said...

What a fantastic post! I didn't want it to end. And I hope the chickens survived the night ... and those in the incoming pipeline.

Happy New Year, Yvonne!

Yvonne Osborne said...

Thank you so much! I can get a little wordy, so that was nice to read. They did survive the night and the next but who knows...winter has shifted into high gear here.

Happy New Year down there!

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

Wow, double wow, Yvonne. You captured that scene so beautifully, I felt every frosty crunch underfoot. You are a writer. (and a chicken farmer). :)

Yvonne Osborne said...

Hi! Thank you so much. Glad to hear from you!