Guilt –
– is barbecuing chicken shish kebabs whilst the Fortress Mamea ground attack squadron look on.
Tag Archives: Chickens
Morph
The chickens provide fodder for tall tales in Fortress Mamea. Yesterday, the Goddess returned home late and asked, “Did anyone feed the chickens?” The Children Teens ignored her aural query, preferring their online and cellular communications. I allowed the pause to lengthen until I finally said, “They were picketing with signs demanding No GST on [...]
Beethoven 2008-2011
There’s something I like about this pic of Beethoven: the speed blur, the beady-freaking eye -. I know: her hope that there’s food beside the camera. Last Sunday, a dog – the same one as last time – breached Fortress Mamea and attacked Beethoven. I’ve tried to write up the circumstances of the discovery a [...]
Poule – Part 3 of 3
EXT. MEADOW – MORNING TITLE: Monday A fine shower of BANTAM MIX descends on FOUR CHICKENS who set upon gobbling up the tasty seed ingredients. GODDESS (sing-song) Hello girls. THE GODDESS, dressed for Her day job, tosses up another handful of bantam mix -- -- a second shower of bantam mix falls about the chickens, [...]
Poule – Part 2 of 3
EXT. MEADOW – DAY TITLE: Sunday FOUR CHICKENS excitedly gobble down STALE BREAD CRUMBS. GODDESS (O.O.S.; sing-song) Hey girls. You like that? ANGLE ON THE GODDESS as she peers through the fence from the BACKYARD. One chicken in particular – we recognise BUFFY from our earlier episode – looks up before gingerly moving her right [...]
Poule – Part 1 of 3
FADE IN: EXT. BACKYARD – DAY TITLE: Saturday ANGLE ON GATE to the MEADOW where THREE CHICKENS’ EYES watch as -- -- a New Hampshire red – we’ll call her BUFFY – struts in front of her audience, pecking occasionally at the grass. We hear the backdoor opening O.S. GODDESS (O.O.S.) What do you think [...]
A Warm Egg
Introducing new supporting characters to an existing narrative is a challenge: they have to have a good reason to join up; they have to add value; and they better be damned interesting. The Dark Brown One, The Light Brown One and The Mid-Brown One. That’s pretty much how I felt when The Goddess decided to [...]
