A Real Live Chicken

She was trying so hard to get at that little seed on the railing. I wanted to help out, but I wasn’t sure that it was something she should have, so all I did was commiserate while taking a few photos.

I had a good walk around the neighborhood, did a couple loads of laundry, made a dish for the evening potluck, and cleaned up piles of wet leaves that came down over the weekend. Oh, and I took a nap before we went out to the party, otherwise I never would have made it. It was the annual jazz club volunteers’ dinner, and I don’t think we’ve been since Covid. I had to overcome my aversion to buffet lines and Food Made By Other People Who Are Breathing, and I’m glad to say that I rallied quite well and had a plate brimming with various delicious things, including several desserts.