I am still here

Still here

When the chicken throat is cut the blood split all over the place and the chicken keep moving for a while. Some even walk without the head. I saw that.

Deer kill, you shoot the deer from a certain distance, at certain distance, a little far from your heart and soul feelings. And that´s it, the deer drop dead instantly, die and fall down on the ground. Then you pick the deer, clean the guts and process the meat.

That way of killing a chicken is much more cruel than a deadly shoot. Cuz you are right there, doing the kill, and living all the disturbance. You can do it in a different way and it will be much less shocking to your eyes, and to the heart and soul. And of course all the feelings, emotions and heartbreak are much higher, after being growing and taking care of your own chickens, animals, than a wild animal hunt.

Animals eat other animals, it´s a question of survival, and human too. It´s how it´s, how things were conceived. There´s no other way of survival for the animals and humans. Life has these little tricky things, are real and can be considered normal in survival thinking and mode.

You terrorists.

Garden

Garden fence

Net around the garden walls

When a storm is on the radar 

The land, the garden must be protected

Cuz there´s something special and hided at the land. A chicken coop. A chicken coop that has a garden and where vegetable plants are plant, and where chickens walk in strange and hided ways. A garden that in times of storms must be covered with a net, to protect the garden plants from strong winds and hail fall.

When the storms passes, time to take down the net and let the sun in.

Time to make a salade.

A sandwich

The gods and God must have been angry to bring such a storm to her beloved and lovely garden and take away the crops.

Well, she went there, I know a little of her thoughts, face expressions and lips, smiles and laughs. But there was denial and some conflict after that. As it have been happen with some other issues. It´s not a bed of roses. She´ll charge again and be accepted, cuz there will be desire or there´s but all is a question of being a man.

A little kick there. 

Not what she thinks but there´s something there. Walking inside out, around the place.

Storms happen, and Sam´s land is hit by many storms. Disbelievers, destroyers, devils, terrorism in Sam´s land. Storms sent by the Gods wrath.

Does the chickens need a magic portion or any kind of yellow trick to get up to the Greek´ 

It seems so, no doubt about it and the reason why of such yellow decorations, clothes and hats. A shity job out there. 

Is the chicken coop prepared for cold weather´

Will the chickens survive´