dear boy o’ mine,

this past week has been so (especially) nostalgic for me with these three little pullets ‘round here…

‘cause i can still hear you calling out into the dusky meadow each night…

“heeeere…chick, chick, chick!  heeeey…duck, duck, duck!”

wooing all those fowl to come in where they’d be safe after dark…

and i can still see (especially) those little heads pop right up out of all that tall grass…and hurry just as fast as their waddle would let them right towards your voice…

those funny little ducks all in their straight row…

don’t you just miss all those blacks, and goatie-goats, and dogs, and cats, and ducks, and chickens…and silly…your mama’s one goose?

don’t you?

don’t you just miss all the feeding…and the watering…and the mucking…and (especially) the sometimes having to track them all down over all that whole property?

don’t you?

yes…i’m just so sure that you do!

i’m just so sure you miss all of that!

and i (especially) do too!

very sincerely,
me (your sometimes-wishing-you-were-still-that-little-“shepherd”-boy-with-his-one-big-stick mama)

– the “thank you” that boy o’ mine sent to his great-grampa bert for those four black angus (june 18, 2003)…and that boy, his first two girls…and his most favorite stick! (fall, 2001)