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Garbo (c. May 2012 – June 12, 2013)

June 14, 2013

I had a rewarding, productive day Wednesday.  I went into Campbell River to help Jude find and deliver some furniture for a client, then ran a passel of errands before coming home to do yard work.  After supper, I settled into the sofa for the first game of the Stanley Cup finals.  Jude went out to work in the garden.

 

As the boys pummeled each other in the brutal ballet that is hockey, I heard Jude yelling at Slinkee in a voice that could only mean our dog had killed another chicken.  The luckless fowl had escaped the confines of the garden into the rest of the farm, where Slinkee is queen.

 

Because Her Nibs had eaten some of the hen before Jude intervened, we couldn’t tell which of the girls it was.  Slinkee had started with the legs — not the KFC-type legs, the actual leathery-like spindles with claws, including the plastic leg band.

 

After tempers cooled, Jude went to check the survivors.  It was Garbo that Slinkee nailed.  Named after the ethereal, reclusive movie star for her blond head feathers and shyness, she had become our favourite.  She was the smartest of the flock, the first to realize that humans in the garden usually meant upturned soil and bountiful worms.

 

Her intelligence was her undoing, alas.  She kept finding ways to get through the netting of the fence.  Many times I found her outside the perimeter.  This time Slinkee did first.

 

Jude and I consoled each other and I vowed to check the fencing yet again for breaches.  We distracted ourselves the rest of the evening with the hockey game, a first-rate first effort for the Bruins and Blackhawks.  Since we’re Vancouver Canucks fans, we don’t have a particular pick to win.  Given our problems with bears and raptors, we may stay neutral.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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6 Comments
  1. Gordon permalink
    June 14, 2013 10:06 am

    Seems like I remember a country song — I wanna say Johnny Cash but then in my head I tend to hear any country song in Johnny Cash’s voice — named “That Dirty Ole Egg Sucking Dog.” Catchy, eh? Slinkee is obviously a hen sucking dog.

  2. Gordon permalink
    June 14, 2013 10:15 am

    It was! It was Johnny Cash!! And in the interest of culture, here’s the first chorus:

    Well, he’s not very handsome to look at.
    Aw, he’s shaggy and eats like a hog
    And he’s always killing my chickens,
    That dirty old egg-sucking dog.

    • June 15, 2013 10:35 am

      Catchy tune, but I don’t remember it getting the airplay on KEEL or KCIJ that “Ring of Fire” did.

  3. Mary Lou Rosendale (Stewart) permalink
    June 21, 2013 8:41 pm

    On another note, I lived on Quadra, the Cove, during the 60’s as a teenager, had friends there, Alan Luoma and his girlfriend, then wife Maureen Jones, I was sad to read of Alan’s passing. I have been trying to contact Maureen, but no luck, so many years have passed, just wondering if you have an email for Micheal, their son? Any help most appreciated

    • June 23, 2013 11:22 am

      Hello, Mary Lou, and welcome to the blog. I apologize for not answering sooner. Lots of yard work. Let me see if I can track Michael down. If I do, I’ll put it in the blog.

      • Anonymous permalink
        June 23, 2013 12:22 pm

        That would be amazing – I phoned David Luoma, Alan’s brother, who now lives in Sayward but he said there was never any contact between Alan and Michael yet obviously Michael was in contact with someone, because he posted on your blog. Thanks again, I’ll be watching the blog.

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