Divine Intervention – A Blossom Fell

Good morning readers.  Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.

I was relaxing in a camp chair just before dusk yesterday when the Coincidence C0ordinators gave me a nudge to remind me my priorities are too much anchored in the chicken, cabin, drainage issues recent past.  The bachelor roosters were loose for their afternoon free range and my attention was directed to making certain neither of them sneaked off to bloody TGSB.


Suddenly a few feet away I had an oak tree poking into my affairs.  The chickens were going crazy running every direction, guinea-mania drowning out the chicken-panic, me just trying to fathom what I was seeing.

Turned out one of the remaining trunks of the oak that fell on the roof of the storage building a while back decided to put the squeeze on the Bachelor Rooster Containment Center.

Spang blocked off the chute between the pen and the night fortress, raising all manner of questions about protected places to house the roosters for the night.

But more importantly, forced the awareness that this cabin, all the storage buildings, even the main chicken pen, surrounded by dying oaks waiting to fall on something important.

Nobody got crushed in this one.  The cats were well away, even I was far enough out of reach so only a few leaves and a bit of dust got to me.  But I’ve got lots of trees and not-all-that-many cats.

I pondered it all last night for a considerable while.  If that tree had come down on me there’d have been a lot of hungry, thirsty chickens and felines lying around with Xs over their eyes before anyone got around to wondering how long it had been since they’d seen me and why.

And the fact is, even though I’m a fair-hand at the one-man-band act, I can’t figure any way in hell to bring a lot of these potential crushers down in a way that doesn’t include them falling on the cabin roof.

So I did a lot of weighing and juggling what I ought to be thinking and doing.  Concluded I first need to scout around for a home for the chickens.  The lady who runs the Habitat For Humanity Thrift Store has a lot of free rangers, along with some goats and two dogs to protect them all.

I reckons I’ll be talking to her next time I’m in town to find out whether she might give them a home.

Meanwhile, maybe put up a tent out in the meadow for summer sleeping until I can feel some confidence the tin roof won’t be sleeping beside me if I snooze indoors.

When I left New Mexico a lot of the reason I felt pressured to do it was the fact of a roof arguing in favor of collapse and an 18 inch adobe wall looking for an excuse to fall.  If Gale hadn’t offered the use of this cabin I’d have had to find a lot less wholesome place than this before the snow flew.

Back to square one, thinks I.

Old Jules

12 responses to “Divine Intervention – A Blossom Fell

  1. There’s a reason they call old trees “widow makers”. I have some antique elm trees in my yard hovering over my house. My landlord continues to procrastinate on the felling of them.

  2. Since last summers drought, there are a lot of dead or dying trees that are falling. Have had quite a few come down on my property.

  3. Yikes. Lucky it was just a ‘blossom’ otherwise might have taken the blush off the rose.

  4. I’m glad your were so lucky as not to be hit by that falling oak! Will keep my fingers crossed for your for the future.
    Enjoy the day and stay away from those oaks, 😉

  5. The Good Luck Duck

    I can’t help but be concerned that without your chickens, there will be fewer useful metaphors for me to mine.

    Nah, I’m wrong. There will be enough.

    • Good morning Good Luck Duck. Good seeing you here for a visit. I’ll try to make up the loss of metaphors with similes or alliterations. Gracias, J

  6. “Bachelor Rooster Containment Center”; that one beats all the names you ever gave any pet you ever had. As for the trees, if they’re rotten, better push them down now, away from your abode, before this happens again. Didn’t I read in one of your posts, you have a pickup truck to assist you in moving heavy stuff?
    P.S. What about those kitties? Need to find out if that habitat lady can take them, too…

  7. Good Luck in your decision. I hope you will stay in touch with the “family” you have established here. Careful camping out in the wilds.

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