The Local Feed and Pet Supply

I registered as a frequent buyer at the local feed supply store today. I was buying a bag of Blue dog food for Tibe and Emma and the young woman working the register told me that if I filled out the form, after ten bags, the eleventh is free. A good deal, but I confess, I am tired of filling out forms. Moving requires a lot of forming filling out. The Florida DMV wore me down with the forms: online, in person, questionnaires administered by the workers. Lots of forms. In spite of my form exhaustion, I want to get in good with the local feed and pet supply people. I filled out the form for the Blue incentive.

Then we had a long talk about chickens. There were four adorable Rhode Island Reds still at the store. I am committed to adding chickens to the menagerie so that we can fresh eggs. Doesn’t that sound amazing? Fresh eggs in the morning, Diet Coke with lime in the afternoons? Anyway, I figure the local feed and pet supply is going to be crucial in my animal wifery of the future (see how I did that? Usually people talk about animal husbandry, but there are no husbands in our household so I figure the practice of raising animals can also be called animal wifery.). I need to investigate more about rising the chickens, and I need a chicken coop. Then we will be ready to raise chickens. The goats are going to require a bit of preparation as well. The beloved does not approve of this expansion of the pack. In addition to the coop and the pen for goats, I need to engage in some persuasion there.

In the meantime, I am unpacking boxes, organizing my office, alphabetizing books. And today, I revised a book chapter and completed a short piece that I submitted to a feminist magazine. The first pieces conceived or completed in the casita, my little studio on the land. Happiness.

A grainy photo of the local feed and pet supply.