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That is one relaxed and happy chicken. And yes, she's in the dog crate, and yes, she does think she's a dog now.
That's Dandelion; she and her sister, Daffodil, are the last two Americaunas in our flock. The whole flock qualifies as geriatric now, although you wouldn't know it to watch them. But these two have lost [most of] their eyesight, and the three Australorps, always the mean girls, started bullying Dandelion merciless last year. In evolutionary terms, it's culling behavior, but that's not allowed here. So Dandy has her own section of the coop, shared with Daffy, while the 'lorps lord it over everything on the top. And in the morning, this girl either makes her way, or is carried, to the deck, where she's given her own scratch and water and hangs out in the dog crate until it's time to be carried into the coop for the night. She also follows the sound of my voice and comes when called, better than the dogs do, frankly.
Anyway, Wings has always been afraid to pick the chickens up, afraid he would hurt them somehow. So I showed him how to pick them up and carry them, and he's started bringing Dandelion over. This morning, he shook out the dog blankets and refolded them beforehand, and clearly she appreciates it. She's trying to take a dust bath, [mostly] without the dust, which is why she's lying at that odd angle, but she's very, very happy.
I, on the other hand, spent the day on everything but my own work. On the plus side, I got some organizational stuff done on our taxes [and a bunch of other tasks besides]. On the minus side, I'm here this late doing this, so . . . . And all this is despite the last four of five days involving absolutely excruciating pain, with multiple partial dislocations and a really bad set of them in my right leg that's had me walking like Igor, or maybe I mean like the Monster, until this afternoon, when it finally started to go back into place. But this level of pain is bullshit, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
And right now, I've got taxes to worry about, and other expenses, too, and I really need to spend this week pushing sales, but no luck with that thus far. I'm already under unspeakable pressure this year, never mind the need to make up for the last two terrible ones. Our floor for breaking even is making a minimum of one sale per week for the year, and we're now four weeks in the hole on that score. So we still have to bring in sales, and weekly. Links are here:
- Sales here;
- Testimonials here;
- Amazon wishlist here [priorities are the LaminaSaver, because apparently Miika's out of it again; and the rugs, to replace those destroyed 2 years ago by the leachfield collapse and ensuing septic disaster];
- Patreon here;
- Ko-fi here.
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