When the clouds come out

Ever since I was a child, I have had a particular aversion to clouds covering the sun after a sunny start to the day.  I always felt robbed and sad.  Don't know why.

Alice B. Peckinpaw

Today I created Alice B. Peckinpaw.  My new hero (or heroine). She's going to star in her own new children's book.  I think chickens are so dear.  Dear but dumb, bless their hearts.  Low on the food chain, so it's natural we want to protect them.  Alice does what chickens do.  She loves scratching in the warm sunny ground in order to take a dirt bath.  She also likes a plain sunbath.  She loves finding and drinking fresh rain off of leaves in the yard.  Her absolute favorite time is when she finds a worm in the yard.  She gets along well with the other hens.  Although she's older, she's not very bossy.  Rather, she enjoys the company of the younger hens and shows them the way in a kindly manner.

This is a brand new blog that I started today.  I'm not even really sure what will come of it.  All I know is that I am compelled to write.  In the meantime, my goggies are creating energy by roughhousing on the bed beside me.  I've had to remove the pricey embroidered quilt to prevent discord in the house.  At any rate, hello.  If anyone can see and read this post, please reply.  This is meant to be a personal writing place, and I would appreciate knowing anything otherwise.  Thanks!