Art Therapy…and target practice
What have chickens to do with mental health, you ask?
Answer: They do terrible things to my sanity since they mar my gardening pleasure to the nth degree.
Last month Amanda thought our neighbours’ conscience finally pricked them, for letting their chickens roam in our garden, eating all our carrots, pak choy, etc because she’d seen them cooped in (finally! we thought). Alas and Alack, the chickens were just cooped up until their own corn had grown tall enough that the chickens couldn’t get at them. Now they’ve been let out again, and they’re bad as ever.
So I have been ‘exorcising’ these foul fowl demons by painting them. Noah and Naomi, my 7 and 5 year old friends respectively, who will be visiting me in December (yae!) have been using them as target practice with their nerf guns. Noah says he will not kill them but just “hurt them a little bit”.
My good friend Kim suggests I write stories about the roosters. I am thinking maybe one about palace intrigue, the roosters with their harem of hens, and the dogs, and cats and of course the vegetables as other characters? But I am not a writer. Not a prolific one anyway.
Perhaps you have a story for me?
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I would love to write about Puppy and Bones…but, I need their signatures first in order to get permission. Puppy’s lovely portrait is on the mantle of our fireplace, in between a picture of Crystal on once side and A. and P. on the other side. Tell Puppy and Bones…”I am pining away for thee both!”