For those who don’t know, G9 is a peachick who, for some reason (maybe because she was half blue/half white) was abandoned by whoever hatched her. I caught her as she was scuttling, terrified, into the old dairy and pretty much raised her with the hands of Ants and Ming.
Today, I decided that I would come home earlier than usual from the nursing home. I told Ants I had to go and feed the birds and dogs, and then said I would see him later.
Ants: You won’t come back.
Me: What do you mean? I always come back!
Ants: Not, yes, what car?
Me: Our car, silly!
Ants: How many calves? I need those people for the fireplace
Me: Only ten left to feed. Ming will do it. I know who you mean for the fireplace.
Ants: Are you sure?
Me: Yes, should we ring tomorrow?
Ants: You do it – something is wrong with me.
When I got home, I went straight out to find Gutsy and, as usual, she was waiting for me:
I’d like a word, Julie
You’re always out and about and I feel ….
Oh I think I’m going to cry – how embarrassing!
G9!
jmgoyder 
How blessed you are with G9
That’s lovely. 🙂
Love it
I’m glad she is one of the surviving birds!
Love your sense of humor!
She’s so beautiful all grown up Julie! Are her little feet still twisted or did they straighten up some? ❤
Diana xo
She has grown into such a beauty!
She’s a gorgeous grown up now!
When I was nursing in an old folks home- I worked nights, it was easier to get child care for the nights, when all my monsters were asleep. At the retirement home each night I would tuck in old Mrs Reid, she had been on farms all her life and you know how hard those farmers wives work over there, it is all about Feeding the Men. Often she would call out an hour or so later. I need to get up, she would call – I have to make the sandwiches for the men, the shearers come tomorrow and I have to get the roasts on. – I would go back in and tuck her up again and say, Oh No Aunty, the roasts are all in the oven out in the shearing shed and the sandwiches are done and in the fridge. She would look at me suspiciously and say Did you cover them with the the damp T Towel like I showed you? Yes Aunty. a pause – again with the look – Not too wet was it girl.? – No Aunty, just like you showed me. I would say.
Then she would nod and close her eyes and sleep for a couple of hours and round about midnight we would go through the whole thing again with a few variations.
I felt strangely moved during these exchanges as though she had brought me from my world of dark hushed corridors into her world of the old farm house and the busyness and the food. I always smiled with her as she and I finished her long ago chores. It was lovely really.
I guess you have a little of this now. With Ants.
Much love.. c
G9: precious baby. Lotta adult attitude. You go Gutsy go! 🙂
What a sweetheart.
If only G9 Understood you are with Anthony when you aren’t home. I am sure it would be understood. 🙂
I love that first picture with Anthony and Gutsy… Diane
Gutsy Iooks good 🙂
Is Gutsy a he or a she? How are his/her feet now that he/she is grown up? Remember they were kind of turned and twisted?
Gutsy has really come on well. She’s a bit too big to stand on your head now.
Yes I am sure G9 misses you when you are out and about
I love your Gutsy. When you have time, give her a hug from me:)
She does look a bit angry in that first picture!
gutsy is such a beauty and you have made me laugh and admire you even more. my cat chloe wanted to know if g9 is organic? lol sorry it’s late here:)
G9 got my heart! Unconditionally.
She’s a fighter, like you, and she’s gorgeous, like you, and I love her, like you.
Beautiful G9 with her jeweled tiara and sequined collar!