“I left you the blender…”

“…just in case you start making smoothies” she said.  I haven’t made a smoothie in maybe 38 years.

But as she was packing the second trailer full of stuff this weekend, I got to hear about every little item she was going to “leave” for me.  It was pretty much all things she didn’t want or need.

Not that it matters to me.  I just moved around the remaining furniture to make it look like there was something reasonable in each room.  Two bookcases in a corner with a chair next to it became my library.

Frank the sled dog wouldn’t have left anyway.  But I wish that Bob The Hairy cat would have snuck on board.

But the thing I had the most fun with this weekend was getting some baby pheasant chicks, and less fun was making the pen in the woods out back for them.  Three of the bigger ones got loose in the transfer.

Someone told me that pheasants are fast.  That’s like saying that meteors fall to earth “at a pretty good clip”.  I took off running through the brush with my long-handled net, and ended up looking like I had gone through a shredder.  I only got within ten feet of one of the long-legged chicks before it took to the air for a fifty-foot flight.

I’ll settle for seven chicks.  I picked them up near a bar in a little town a few miles from here.  You can get chicks there for two bucks apiece.  “Money for nothing, and chicks for (nearly) free” came to mind.  So already I have seven chicks living with me.  And Dog and Bob.


At first blush

With my wife still in the process of moving out, my first extended weekend alone wasn’t quite what I expected.

I’m not sure it’s something I ate or what, but I seemed to have all sorts of energy for fixing things, arranging things, and cleaning things.  I mowed the lawn, planted the flowers I had started from seed, cleaned the refrigerator and threw expired items away, threw the junk food out of the pantry and cleaned that up, did laundry, cleaned the bathrooms, cleaned the outdoor grill, painted the deck, installed a towing hitch on the wife’s car and washed her car…  There’s probably other stuff too, but I forget because it was almost I was on autopilot and just kept going.

I think that was a good sign, like I was getting on with my life already and wasn’t just going to sit around and feel lonely.  In fact, for the first weekend anyway, it felt liberating.

If I felt like doing something or throwing something away, I just did it.

I also had some other ideas, like I should go camping more.  I looked online for old campers and trailers, and then realized I didn’t need anything like that.  But I could have gotten one if I wanted to.

Then, even though I have a great old dog, I started looking at pets:  miniature pigs, peacocks, weird animal pets.

In fact, I settled on picking up a batch of pheasant chicks after work today.  Hence, my “picking up chicks” blog.


P.S.  I even responded to a couple of college kids that were looking for a room to rent.  I like coming up with possibilities and being able to act on them.  I’m cancelling the land line phone and cable TV too, and just going with internet and Netflix.

How to pick up chicks at 60

I got a number off the local Craigslist for chicks at 2 bucks apiece!

The old guy (he’s probably younger than I am) has about 600 of them, and said he’d have another 200 in a few weeks.  Apparently they’re hatching out all over the place.

So tonight after work I’m going to go cruising for chicks in a senior citizen kind of way, and on a senior citizen budget.

I’ll need to stop at the farm supply store and pick up a heat lamp, a water tank, and a feeder.  And since they’re young chicks, I plan on keeping them in the garage to stay warm until they get a bit older and the weather turns more toward summer.

pheasant chicks