only the jodi

A search for simplicity, sobriety, compassion, & the right man. Or at least not another wrong man.
July 11th, 2009

complicated oviducts

There was a girl-duck in the pen with the big bunny today. She’s been there for a week or two, this nameless downy white she-duck, sitting on one end of the long pen, George the giant bunny on the other, a nice safe distance between them. They seemed to be pretty good pen mates.

She came from the pond in Wildlife to stay with us for a few weeks while she healed. She’d gotten hurt at the beginning of mating season. The male ducks have been, well, the way males are when they’re mating, focused, single minded, goal oriented — aggressive. It’s primal. It’s hard wired to ensure survival of the species, that need to spread the seed at any cost. She’d been raped, repeatedly, because she wasn’t strong enough to get away or dissuade any unwanted suitors. So, she’s living in a “safe house” with George, who has little or no interest in her.   Read the rest of this entry »

July 8th, 2009

tale of two [jodi/jody]s

I love to talk, but I crave silence. The American Sign Language introductory workshop seemed like a perfect blend. It’s a beautiful language, ballet for your hands.

I got there compulsively early as usual, and at 6pm I made my way to the classroom for a 6:45 workshop. Another girl got there at the same time, thinking she was only slightly late, thinking it started at 5:45. She looked like someone I could talk to — she was pierced and tattooed. Me too.

“Hi,” I said. “I’m Jodi.”

“Really?” she said. “I’m Jody too.Read the rest of this entry »

July 5th, 2009

love is in the mud…

We set out to harness the pigs and take the the little chubsters for a much needed walk, a little bit of exercise, some snuffling of fresh dirt for fresh worms, a little damp sunshine.  Copper knows the harness and leash mean freedom and it’s a breeze to get him hooked up.

Jimmy–short, dark & jowly is a little too husky for a harness.  Jimmy’s a fat head, even for a pot bellied pig.

Being short and fat doesn’t stop him from being a sexy man, the Bob Hoskins of the farm. He left the hunting of juicy worms to Copper, preferring to spend his time wooing Dottie through the fence.

Our gal Dottie, she’s a big boned gal…