Sunday, May 10, 2009
All Chickens Go to Heaven
The first time Miss Mean Dovey Cooledge dropped by Moi's Blob to leave one of her trademark bossy ass comments, I didn't quite know what to make of her. Friend or foe? Bird brain or wise ol' hen? But over the past year or so, I came to love her. If from a respectful distance. Dovey was her own bird for sure, and, like her human caretaker, wasn't afraid to ruffle a few feathers and say what was on her mind. She didn't take scheisse from no one and that's an admirable trait in any species.
Now it looks like Miss Dovey, who for many years split her time between urban Atlanta and the North Georgia woods, has been called to her final home. I'm sure she's negotiating the terms of her stay as I write this. An eternity of meal worms? A nesting spot on top of the television? A refreshing bath twice a day? Whatever they are, I'm betting Dovey will most certainly get her way. Roost in peace, Miss Dovey.