My latest obsession: Polish Crested Chickens.
It's always been there, albeit lying dormant, revealing itself only in September when I troop over to the New Mexico State Fair for my annual communion with championship livestock. I can hang with the chickens all day. Last year, I spent a full fifteen minutes chatting up these dudes, but, given they're the super models of the poultry world, they were all, talk to the hand, lady, talk to the hand. Plus, S.B. thought I was a leetle bit C R A Z Y, having a full blown convo with what is, essentially, Sunday Dinner.
But having spent three point six seven days in the company of K9 who is kookoo for her chickies, my obsession is now renewed. Now, the only trick is, how to get Ivan on board.