Pretty isn't it?
That's our beloved Escape. As pretty as she looks on the outside, she has a transmission issue ... needs a new one. Her transmission quit after one of Junior's football games back in September. We towed her back across the state and took her to two different car doctors, but got the same diagnosis each time.
"Needs a new transmission."
Dang ... where is that government controlled car health care system when you need it?
... and why hadn't I been responsible by routinely funding a car health management account in the free market system?
It was tough decision time. The Escape was running great (minus the transmissue), she looked great, and she was sporting brand new tires and was paid off ... the same month the tranny went out.
Still, she had 175,000 thousand miles on her ... should we fix or buy?
Well, we bought, months ago ... an almost new Nissan Frontier that we love.
Which gets me finally to the chicken story ...
Unsure how to offload a good car with a bad tranny, we parked the Escape in the yard. I started it up routinely to keep things working and changed it's location once in a great while.
Recently, I had a buyer coming out to look at it, so I moved the Escape in order to wash the dust from it.
When I did, there was Princess Laya and a clutch of eggs. She had been nesting beneath the Escape!
With the Escape moved, I arranged a bunch of yard stuff around her exposed nest to shelter it fromt he weather and hide it from prying eyes, noses, teeth, and claws.
Laya seemed to accept the new situation and loyally sat on her eggs.
Yesterday, when I checked on her, she was not on the nest ... and the nest contained broken eggshells.
Nearby, in the shrubbery and tall grass, I could hear cheeping.
I think they probably were born about two days ago. Which would make their birthday the same as a certain 8 year old.
Here's mother Laya practicing her stern look.
I was relieved to see that none of the chicks had 3 wings or 2 heads as all the roosters around here are Laya's children too.