Double Injection



Although I've had it done without Novocaine, today's deep drilling was not for amateurs like me. Oof my teeth shivers at the memory. Of course Emily Dickinson is right, pain has no memory. No endorphins either for the anathestized.



Close to sundown, the chickens chirp for C to tuck them into their coop. C commands "Go to bed" and the ladies march into their crates. I was dubious at first when C made this claim. While C was in LA, I had much trouble convincing the chickens to retire to their coop; I bumbled and chased them all about the yard for a good half hour. I finally tired them out and bribed them with a handfull of chickmash. But today I saw what a true chicken man could do- a whistle and gentle nudge does the trick. I am also just another domesticated beast.