|Michael and Zsa Zsa, RIP|
Well, Sunday wasn't over after our sad experience with the hawk and our beautiful hen. Jerry confessed that something (probably the same hawk) had also killed sweet Zsa Zsa, our sweetest and tamest hen, and said he hadn't wanted to tell me at the time.
I think the hawk must have struck and wounded her and she sought refuge in the nesting box and died there. We'll never know, though. Not a speck of blood or any obvious wound.
However, we went home after getting everybody tucked inside the Chicken Hilton and Jerry made ready for his grand experiment: chocolate covered pecans. He's talked about them for years, and we bought some on our recent trip to Fredericksburg and they disappeared suspiciously fast (not that I had anything to do with it).
|Jerry making chocolate covered pecans|
Anyway, the afternoon was given over to cracking and shelling and melting and dipping. In the midst of it all, the phone rang. It was Anita.
“Well, guess what?” she said, “We have a little kitty.”
“One?” I replied.
Yes. It turned out that Skitty Kitty (as I call her), whom I had divined might be in the family way, had delivered herself of a baby at 1:00 AM that morning, under the bed of a brand new weekend resident assistant staying over at the Ranch for the first time by the name of Diana.
“I heard noises under the bed, and then I heard this tiny baby kitty sound, and looked under the bed and the mama kitty was cleaning it off and it was just crying and crying,” said Diana.
|Skitty with her baby|
Baby kitty seemed exceptionally large and vigorous to me. I didn't try to pick him or her up. I examined mama and felt two more in there, and sure enough last night they were born. Natalie and Crystal are ecstatic.
|Jerry's chocolate covered pecans|