If we were having coffee today I’d tell you a little something about pining for the fjords. You’ve probably heard that expression before. It’s from one of my favorite Monty Python routines … The Parrot. I think of that every time I catch sight of a pet gazing off into space, I say they are pining for the fjords.
I happened to catch this photo the other day. It’s our dog, Daisy, pining for the fjords. It was a hard picture to capture because every time she did this and I grabbed my phone and tried to get up and get into position her attention was diverted and I lost the moment. Danged beagle in her, I guess.
Ah, but not long after I got this shot (at high magnification) I had to go out to the car and … well, I saw the rest of the story. She wasn’t pining for the fjords at all.
She was thinking “let’s have chicken tonight!”
This was what was going on directly outside that window. The neighbors have a lot of chickens and they can’t seem to contain them. Not just chickens. Guinea Fowl too. Every trip outside is a new adventure for both of us. I’m sure she aspires to embrace these birds but let me tell you, that is ONE BIG ROOSTER. You don’t want to go there, Daisy. Believe me.
Sigh, at least our tick populations are way down.
Thomas Fenske is a writer living in North Carolina.