It started again yesterday.
The comments about finding a Samoan man for me to marry so I won’t
leave. A couple of names were tossed out
for my consideration. I think they’re
joking. I hope they’re joking.
I have the opportunity to witness a lot of sex here, in the
animal kingdom. Mostly chickens,
although dogs run a close second.
Chicken sex is fast. At least the
act itself is. The prelude takes much
longer because that involves the rooster chasing the hen all over the yard so
he can have his way with her.
While she squawks and puts up quite a fuss prior, the act
itself seems to be a non-event and afterwards she just shakes smooth her
ruffled feathers and walks off as if nothing ever happened.
You may wonder why I bother to write about chicken sex. Have you ever seen it? It’s new to me. Just like lizard sex was new to me before I moved
to Florida. There, they did it next to
my pool all day, every day. Just like
squirrel sex was new to me before I moved to Michigan. I was amazed when I saw a pair doing it on
the side of a tree, upside down. That
would take some serious concentration.
Can you tell I'm getting desperate for things to write about as I try to put off the deep cleaning my house needs? Delving into cupboards and under suitcases where spiders and other creatures live is not my idea of fun. I think I need to take a walk first...
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