I'm bummed. My pet rooster Rainbow, my good buddy and a peckerhead of rare distinction, has gone (all but surely permanently) missing.
I've searched and re-searched my property, both sides of the creek, and all of my neighbor's properties, and the woods and fields beyond. Nothing, not even some remains. I'd like to at least find some remains, so I could bury them and be at peace. My neighbor accross the street said he'd been seeing a fox recently, so . . .
Rainbow was a link, in a way, to my late wife Jessie. When she was going down dying that last month, and tons of my friends would join me every afternoon and evening in her ICU room, my psychic friend Jacqui once startled all of us by suddenly laughing out loud, then announcing that my dog Cinnamon was now insisting that she be called Rainbow. A month later, I got Rainbow, and he came with his name. Jacqui had to remind me of the incident.
I believe she (Jacqui) got the animal presence, and mistakenly assumed it was my doggie, when it was Rainbow announcing his coming. That would be just like Rainbow. He was a straight ahead dude, and all male. He ruled my darlin' doggie, he did. Rainbow was master of his own domain. He used to follow me out to my firepit and set a spell with me. He had far more personality than you'd ever think a chicken could have. He was cool.
He was a good lookin' guy, too. Even my octogenarian next door neighbor, who only in the last two years surrendered her aged donkey and her flock of white swans from her farm as a surrender to her advancing age, often so exclaimed. Those swans used to make the long trek down the hill from her homestead and walk the property line between us, honking and marching/waddling in line announcing the outer limits of their kingdom.
I like animals. They don't lie. They don't ponitificate. They will always let you know straight up where you stand. And loyal, they are loyal, they never forget their friends.
Now the geese are gone, the donkey's gone, and Rainbow is gone. Jessie is gone. Things change, just not always for the better.
I've searched and re-searched my property, both sides of the creek, and all of my neighbor's properties, and the woods and fields beyond. Nothing, not even some remains. I'd like to at least find some remains, so I could bury them and be at peace. My neighbor accross the street said he'd been seeing a fox recently, so . . .
Rainbow was a link, in a way, to my late wife Jessie. When she was going down dying that last month, and tons of my friends would join me every afternoon and evening in her ICU room, my psychic friend Jacqui once startled all of us by suddenly laughing out loud, then announcing that my dog Cinnamon was now insisting that she be called Rainbow. A month later, I got Rainbow, and he came with his name. Jacqui had to remind me of the incident.
I believe she (Jacqui) got the animal presence, and mistakenly assumed it was my doggie, when it was Rainbow announcing his coming. That would be just like Rainbow. He was a straight ahead dude, and all male. He ruled my darlin' doggie, he did. Rainbow was master of his own domain. He used to follow me out to my firepit and set a spell with me. He had far more personality than you'd ever think a chicken could have. He was cool.
He was a good lookin' guy, too. Even my octogenarian next door neighbor, who only in the last two years surrendered her aged donkey and her flock of white swans from her farm as a surrender to her advancing age, often so exclaimed. Those swans used to make the long trek down the hill from her homestead and walk the property line between us, honking and marching/waddling in line announcing the outer limits of their kingdom.
I like animals. They don't lie. They don't ponitificate. They will always let you know straight up where you stand. And loyal, they are loyal, they never forget their friends.
Now the geese are gone, the donkey's gone, and Rainbow is gone. Jessie is gone. Things change, just not always for the better.
