Anasazi, the Rooster
En"I grew quite unhappy in Michigan and was contemplating whether to stay or to consider applying for a job in Western PA, the land of my blood and birth. One night, not long after I began considering this, a badger broke into the coop in the darkest hours. The coop was far enough away from the house that I did not hear what happened and remained sound asleep. But in the morning, I found the door literally ripped off of its hinges. Inside, intact but frightened, were all of the hens–and not a trace left of Anasazi. In his life and in his death he protected his flock above all else. His death was a powerful sign for me a sign that I had to move on, from my beloved homestead, returning to the mountains of my birth. For I realized that I could not run my homestead without Anasazi; he was such an integral part that it was not the same without him. My dear hens found good homes with a friend, and I packed up my things and headed East towards the rising sun, back to the mountains where I belong." --Dana O'Driscoll, PhD. Excerpted from "Ode to the Rooster," Creative non-fiction forthcoming in Vol 3 of Enheduanna Journal.
Anasazi, the Rooster. 2014 Watercolor by Dana Discoll. Used with the permission of the artist.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.