Reston the Rooster

[theodosia]

I got a little too caught up in my morning dose of Six Feet Under -- I'm going through the DVDs of S1 at the rate of one or so a day, in the morning when I'm playing computer solitaire/catching up online/eating breakfast. I really should be spacing them out more, because I'll be through too soon this way (I blazed through S1 of Dead Like Me in less than a week) but they're very pleasant indeed.

So I left late, and what if I don't run into the woman with the chicken down the street -- she said she notices me looking for him every time I go by, and he'd just been wandering past... it turned out he had wandered up the stairs and into his house, so he was fetched out and introduced. :-)

His name is Reston the Rooster, and he looks to be fairly tame, inasmuch as he doesn't have a flock or anything so he looks to the humans for company. He kicks up a big fuss every time he sees a hawk overhead and is in general a pretty good watch-chicken, albeit one that weighs two pounds and whose main attack would be fluttering and squawking loudly. He's definitely some sort of fancy bantam breed, with glossy black feathers and a bright red comb and wattle, and mad beady little chicken eyes. He's got spurs, too, about two inches long and fairly lethal-looking.

They have, however, caught him killing a small garter snake, so I guess he's trying to be Big Macho Boss Chicken.

We talked a little about the wild animals around the neighborhood -- they say there are groundhogs in the slope above the railroad cut!

The goodness of the morning was topped off by running into ellenbs on the subway -- which would have been even better if I hadn't noticed her after three or four stops! In my defence, the train was pretty crowded, which means I didn't get to sit and write (though I got two pages done on the Green Line portion of the trip), but still -- I was just about 15 feet from her. I guess I need to look up more often.

Writing on the subway is working out terrifically for me -- I've got about 40 pages done now, with the two I added this morning. I have no idea how many words this works out to, or how many pages it would be in MS form. I need to start transcribing this in the evening, I have a feelign that it will actually fluff up as I restate sentences that sounded good when I was scrawling away like a mad thing on a swaying subway seat.

(I don't have a chicken icon, I'll just have to go with the emu....)

Comments

[theamusedone.livejournal.com]

The tale of Reston the Rooster had me laughing! He sounds like quite the character.

I am glad to hear the whole writing is going so well, are you working on your Superhero stuff? That is something I would very much love to see more of!

I'm glad you're getting a kick out of Six Feet Under. It can be quite the amusing show! The current season has pretty much sucked, but I'm hoping that'll improve.

[theodosia.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's superhero stuff, with a lot of Loki & Iain almost kinda sorta getting along.

I =really= liked the 6FU episode shown last Sunday -- it was really harrowing. Of course, I watched it yesterday morning, which really got the day off to a unexpectedly exciting start.

[theamusedone.livejournal.com]

I really like the Superhero stuff of yours I've read.

You know, at this point I have read lots of fic. Lots and lots of it actually *G*. Kid Dynamo and the dS Crossover WIP that you posted are still fresh in my mind, there are not many stories I can say that about.

I'm not always so good when it comes to the feedback, but I have really enjoyed your stuff.

And that is fantastic news about 6FU! I did not see the latest, I will have to rectify that!

[fufaraw]

I'm an animal behavior geek--in another life I'd have been Fossey or Goodall. In this life I watch all the documentaries I can on the subject. I saw footage of chickens in their native habitat. Damn if they didn't look exotic and perfectly adapted. Most of their stupid chicken tricks are evolved behaviors which have earned their species its niche.

A chicken is a pretty dumn, mundane sort of bird--until you see it set like a jewel in its natural setting.

[sfmarty.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose I should share my chicken story. I traveled to Belise one year and discovered that the Mennonites raise all of the chickens, and dairy in the country. They do such a good job of it that no one else keeps them, except one little boy in Benque Viejo. He had a rooster as a pet. The entire village knew it was his and everyone kept an eye out for it. It was fearless and visited with us fairly often.