So I dunked my bird into a bucket of cold water (which considering it's a hot 30 degrees celsius outside, was quite refreshing for both of us) and gave her a bit of a cuddle (as you do):
|Reconstruction with Pepsi: Not actual photo of actual wet chicken|
|Pepsi and Ange, the grecian huntress|
I literally BECAME Diana the Huntress. It took a good ten minutes of posing before I realised that Pepsi had deserted me and was scratching about in the nesting area again. I don't think Pepsi would have made a good hawk afterall and besides, I would probably rescue any prey from her beak anyway. I guess that means I wouldn't make of a huntress either. I'm not too sure if any of my neighbours saw me and assuming that they would have had no comprehension of my dramatic transformation into a greek heroine, it might have seemed a little odd for a middle aged woman in suburban Rewa to be holding up a scraggy chook with such self-importance.
I decided to share my experience with Zeeb. Her comment was that she could imagine my life as a sit-com. She wondered if I could actually hear the harp music and see the waves that usually occur in dream sequence.
So that's todays excitement. A bit of a slow day I guess.