heat

[theodosia]

I turned the heat on for about a half hour when I got home -- just enough to check that the furnace lit up properly, all the radiators got warm and all that. It's about 50 degrees out, which with the windows closed and the residual heat from the day still in here, really wasn't needed, but I figured it was better to give the furnace a tryout on a weekday rather than wait til the weekend and find out that it doesn't work.

I guess it really is fall!

In other news, I saw the feral chicken that lives down the street again -- back on the same windowbox I saw him on the last time. He's a little black bantam rooster (I checked out the spurs) with glossy feathers and some white on his red red combs. You really have to have seen Somerville to realize just how ridiculous the thought of a feral chicken here really is.

I suppose the snake I caught a few years ago on my street was a little bit less likely... but not by much.

Comments

[pyrric.livejournal.com]

A feral chicken?! You are kidding, yes? You still live in the same place you did when I was there, right? Roughly between two of Somerville's largest east-west thoroughfares?

not kidding! :-)

[theodosia.livejournal.com]

No, really! I talked to the homeowner, who happened to be coming out, and the chicken has kind of adopted her backyard as its roost. It's a bantam, which means it can fly a little, so it roosts up in a tree away from predators. She has no idea where it came from, but her backyard borders the big railway cut, which is kind of an avenue for the movement of wildlife in our area.

Re: not kidding! :-)

[tiny-chicken.livejournal.com]

pyrric linked me to this post, as you and I apparently live on the same street in Somerville. I have a minor chicken obsession (especially bantams -- it's a long story!) so you may see me lurking around the neighborhood on chicken-spotting expeditions...

[serenada.livejournal.com]

You really have to have seen Somerville to realize just how ridiculous the thought of a feral chicken here really is.

No, I think feral chickens are pretty damned ridiculous outside the third world. Where they're also known as "dinner to be".

[nestra.livejournal.com]

There are feral chickens in the Florida Keys. It's the sort of thing that makes one blink in disbelief as they run around, madly clucking their independence.