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Motherhubbard was on her way to school to take a test when the driver of the vehicle behind her failed to stop when traffic stopped. So mh was involved in a traffic accident.
She’s a little banged up and in some pain so I went to her house to help her get the kids showered and to bed last night. They are such good kids, tell them to take their bath and go to bed at bedtime and they do it! I wish I had known how to do that when mh was growing up. After the kids were in bed asleep, we went outside to make sure the chickens were put up. I learned something then. Chickens roost in trees. One of her trees had several chickens sleeping in it, and some of them were high up in the tree. I have never seen a chicken sleeping in a tree. But I guess they are safe from things like a fox or a snake up there. The mother hen and her four chicks were in the hen house with three other hens. So that left about 15 or so chickens up in the tree. A chicken tree, who would have thought.
After the chickens were seen to, we just stood outside and looked at the stars. It’s so beautiful out there. And it’s amazing how many planes one can see in the night sky in such a rural area. We were talking about the stars and planes and the subject of UFO’s came up. There are a lot of UFO watchers here. I think it’s odd that I have never seen a UFO. Neither has Poppy or anyone I personally know. I wonder why they don’t come to visit me. I’m not a bad person most of the time. I would be as friendly as I possibly could to someone or something from another planet. In all the time of being outside at night, camping, walking, going to and from work, I have never had a close encounter. Motherhubbard is outside just every night making sure her chickens are put up and she has never seen one. (At least she hasn’t told me about it if she has.) There is a local UFO club. Maybe if I joined I would see one. Maybe it’s like LitNet, you have to be a member in order to see the whole picture. I don’t know. But I feel a little slighted, like there is something missing in me that doesn’t attract aliens. Or maybe I have had close encounters and just repressed the memory. Maybe I’m visited all the time and they have done something to cause me to forget all about it. Maybe all of us who haven’t seen a UFO or been visited by an alien have just forgotten about it. It’s hard to believe that everyone I know would forget the most important visit of their lives but I guess stranger things have happened. Several years ago there were two women from my town who said they were abducted while driving on a stretch of lonely highway between here and Fayetteville. There was two hours missing, or maybe they were two hours late getting home, I don’t remember exactly. I’ve driven that highway many times at night and haven’t seen one UFO, and I watch. Maybe they don’t like the cars I drive, or maybe there is always too much traffic. I don’t know. But I keep waiting and watching and maybe someday, I’ll meet up with an alien in a UFO and then I’ll have something interesting to blog about.