There are many things that come to mind when thinking of Key West. One are chickens. They are part and parcel of Key West life.
The roosters chase the hens. Interestingly, the hens generally run from the roosters. However, the hens at some point do get caught. Otherwise Key West would have chickens no more.
Gestation is a mere 29 days. The chicken population replenishes itself easily. All over town, you can see mother hens walking along followed by a line of baby chicks. Sometimes the line is long. Other times, not too many chicks.
Nature interferes. Nature keeps the chicken population under control, though those who do not like the free roaming chickens may not believe it. Animals and cars are enemies of baby chicks. Vultures and hawks, also.
Years ago, I was sitting outside at the old Paradise Cafe enjoying Cuban toast and coffee. Mother hen and several chicks were walking down the sidewalk in front of me. Suddenly, I heard a loud swosh. I looked up. There was either a vulture or hawk on the way up with two baby chicks in its clutches.
Mother hen and the baby chicks had run each and every way when the swosh was heard. They reassembled. Mother hen in front and the baby chicks in a straight line behind her and continued on their way. The straight line two chicks less.
No one seemed concerned. Neither mother hen nor the remaining baby chicks.
The preceding is merely the prelude to today’s story re baby chicks.
We live a different life in Key West. Our value systems a bit different.
Over the weekend, two baby chicks fell into a water drain in the parking lot at the Southernmost Complex. Police were called. I assume two or more police cars showed up.
The police were able to extricate the two chicks. They were frightened, cold and wet. Loving hands took them to warm.
In those few minutes, the rescue of the baby chicks was the most important thing in Key West. Key West responded accordingly.
The baby chicks in the drain are comparable to the up north situation of the kitten in a tree who cannot get down. Firemen are called in that instance.
Wrote this week’s KONK Life column yesterday afternoon. Sent it off to the paper. The article is titled Gertrude Bell…..Desert Queen. The female Lawrence of Arabia. An interesting story.
Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying revolutionized sex so many years ago. The “zipless fuck” came into being. Or was identified. Whatever, a great book. Has sold something like 20 million copies world wide.
Jong has written a new book. Fear of Dying. Addresses women in their senior years. Covers everything, including sex.
Jong lives in New York City. She did have a home also in Key West for years. Whether she still does, I could not ascertain. I never met the lady. Much to my sorrow. I did see her at various social gatherings. Never went up and engaged her in conversation, however.
Fear of Dying will be available for purchase beginning tomorrow.
I am meeting Tom and Fran for drinks at Tavern ‘n Town tonight. I look forward to it. Not merely the meeting. I never got out yesterday.
Today will be busy. The anti-gravity treadmill followed by a manicure. Research for tomorrow night’s blog talk radio show. Tuesday Talk with Key West Lou. Then a fun evening with Tom and Fran.
Enjoy your day!
Lou, why weren’t you at the VFW tonight to hear the candidates? Mongo spoke, no shows Romero, Yanniz.