Well, I’m back. It’s been a fantabulous holiday; 10 days off for the price of four. I spent every day working and checking things off my list (not a big believer in sittin’ around), but the biggest news (for me) is that I finished my first novel and completed the first draft of my second. They’re very different animals from each other, but hey, maybe that’ll improve my chances. Anybody know a good literary agent?
Here’s Becca after I took her down to help me feed the poultry on Christmas Eve.
Yes, it’s blood. Courtesy of Absalom, who will become chicken soup as a result of this attack (not to mention a couple of good slices he gave me). It took a little while to convince Jessica, since Absalom is gentle as a lamb with her. But a friend told her that aggressive roosters will go for the eyes of little kids, and that sold her. She’s the only one Absalom will tolerate. He’ll fly at anybody else and use his spurs, which are as sharp as knives (see picture above). So into the pot he goes.
It’s too bad. He’s a gorgeous rooster and huge, meaning his offspring might be big as well, and it took us months to find him. But with all the little kids around I just can’t afford to have an aggressive animal on the place. We have a friend who can spare us a rooster, so that’s no longer an obstacle.
So this week I’ll make a killing cone, and Saturday—the first day I’ll have daylight to work with—Absalom will meet his Maker.
I’ll wear gloves.
Oh, so sorry to hear that Absalom didn't work out. I hope Emma's okay. (Bloody jeans always look worse than the wound, so I'm hoping it was only some scratches.)The only literary agent-type I know of is Sammie Justesen (sp?) formerly of Sunnyside ward. She helped my SIL get her book ready to submit. I love to help polish writing, but can't promise much in the way of time. Do post more about your book, though . . . I'm really curious to know what it's about, and what got you started . . .
Tell us more about the book!
Yikes for Becca & Doug! Well, I've despised roosters since we moved to the mainland when I was four and on our first visit to our farm the resident rooster pecked my thigh. He met his end after attacking middle sister & Mom one weekend. So there he hung on the fence during Sunday dinner without his head. Later our two white roosters and I had a bad experience and I haven't changed my opinion since. However, the cone thing is interesting…not sure how that works even after reading the link post. Out on the farm it involved poultry tied and hung and a knife.The skinning thing (later post) is a novel idea. We did the plucking thing. I can still smell scalded feathers from the neighbors plucking theirs en masse for half a week.Lauriann