My late dogs Taino and Deerdra are composting deep under a new garlic bed which is haunted by me and a bunny who's there most every time I visit.
But the Rat Terrier and the Lap Pug from up the road have been back again.
Last year they killed my rooster Zoro . I hit the bigger dog with my camera sling-bag, which killed the camera.
I had pushed send on my cell phone this Friday morning , just as all the roosters around this house began a serious vovuzella of alarms .
I gave up the call, grabbed my grandma's cane and got outside in time to see a burst of partridge brown rump feathers, and then I didn't see Oprah.
I hollered and chased the dogs out onto the highway...... where they were not run over by the eighteen wheeler just then humping Pumpkin Hill past here.
When I came back down the driveway, I found enough Oprah feathers for a small pillow, but no Oprah.
Half an hour later, Oprah appeard from under the house
She is always half bald from the roosters using her head as a handle, and always has a puff of underwear showing at the base of her tail...... she seemed to be mostly all there , never mind the drift of feathers in the driveway.
I call her Oprah not because she is big and brown and talks a lot..... all of which are the case , but because she looks like she's huge one time you see her. ...and the next time she is slim as a rail, all due to the shape shifting magic of feathers.
I'll add her sacrificial feathers to Alberts old tail, which I picked up off the drive way after the other neighbor's bird dog carried him away two years ago. He came back the next day and grew another tail in the six months that he spent under the house after that.
So everybody here is more or less o.k. as far as I know..... and a lot of things turn out kind of alright.