Friday, March 14, 2008

Chicken Fashions

Kandi and crew came to visit this week. The weather was unseasonably warm, so Kandi and I had sauntered onto the driveway island to sit a spell, while 7 children climbed trees, captured tadpoles (all of which we had to drippingly admire), and played hide-and-seek in the woods.

Instead of taking her seat on the island, Kandi slowed her pace and began bending ever-so-slightly at the waist as she walked beyond her chair. She kept moving, continued bending, and her head seemed to be approaching the ground (hey, I was just watching this peculiar behavior and wishing I was agile enough to assume such a posture) when she finally said, "That ... chicken ..... is wearing ......... tissue ... as.............. a scarf!"

I followed her unflinching gaze to the base of the lilac bushes. "Oh. That's not tissue. It's a Wal*Mart sack," I said. I'd noticed the adornment, myself, earlier in the day. And while the sight of a decorated chicken was novel, it wasn't nearly as amusing to me as having watched Kandi crouch lower and lower as she moved across the island or listening to the halting sentence, with a disbelieving intonation, coming forth from her as she crept along.

A couple of people have asked now if I'm not going to get the self-styled scarf off the chicken, and I can only suggest that anyone who believes they can catch the diva, is welcome to come strip her down. Personally, I think we should just let the girl have her fun.

And having food and raiment let us be therewith content. ~I Timothy 6:8

1 comment:

kandi said...

It was very fashionable.. and a great day was had by all.