Saturday, March 7, 2009

Chicken catching, petting, etc.

Magic unexpectedly spins itself around me.

Yesterday I rode bareback on a horse. 
I caught chickens, held them, and pet them.  They were much softer than one would expect.  And they made gentle noises, which I found very soothing and pleasant.  Then I ate their eggs (which are real. not grocery store eggs.)

I took photographs in back alleys. I met great new people. I people watched at a bar (which was not encouraging). 
All in all, it was a spectacular day.

Then, this morning...
I ate a wonderful breakfast of granola, fruit, and yogurt at the beach on top of an abandoned gunnery.  Wicked.  It was warm and the wind was lazily playing with my hair. 

I love Rhode Island.