Connections

Funny how things flow at times.

In yesterday’s post about the cleverness of chickens, John Zande, a long-time friend of this place, left this remark:

I have a marvellous blogging friend in New Mexico who has Rufina, a chicken who was shot in the head, sealed in a plastic bag, placed in a freezer for 24hrs, and lived! (albeit now blind).

I have a framed poster of Rufina up in my living room, and even one her feathers perched in one of my many, many, many St. Francis’s

Here’s the Huffington Post article on her

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/08/14/zombie-chicken-freezer-alive_n_5675615.html

And here’s Laura’s first post on this gorgeous creature.

https://liveclayart.com/2013/06/24/the-undead-chicken

Then in response to me wanting to republish that story replied: “Contact her, she’s wonderful, and her pottery is to die for.

So I did and, with Laura’s permission here is that story of this most remarkable chicken.

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The Undead Chicken

by Laura Bruzzese, June 24th, 2013

rufinaThis is Rufina. She’s new to our household.

She’s quiet and doesn’t take up much space, mostly sits on her perch or in her ceramic nest all day. She moves around slowly. If you are really gentle, she lets you pick her up.

We sit by the pond together in the morning, before everyone else gets up.

rufina1Last Thursday, I answered a friend’s call on Facebook for someone to take this chicken. Isabella and I drove to my friend’s house in the South Valley, put her in a bin, and brought her home. I didn’t think she’d actually still be alive today.

My friend had posted this story Thursday morning:

The neighbor gave us fresh chickens last night for cooking up. He shot them in the head with gun and handed them over the fence. We bagged them and put in freezer for today. Evan gets home, opens freezer and one bird is perched fully alive, very cold, and pissed off.
Chase ensues… !! We now have a blind undead chicken in our yard.

Anybody want it?

I’m not sure why anyone would shoot chickens in the head.

But when I read the story, I couldn’t help but admire this chicken’s tenacity. She is courageous. She made her way out of a plastic bag inside a freezer and survived for thirty-six hours. After being shot in the head.  I figured any animal that fought that hard to live deserved a little help, if only for a day or two.

The chicken hasn’t made any effort to eat like a normal chicken. Because, of course, she can’t see where to peck. (There isn’t much point in force-feeding a blind chicken.) But she does drink, so I’ve started blending up borrowed chicken food and water and giving her that. She seems content, grooming herself sometimes, showing no signs of pain or anxiety. And still, she will die.

But until then, we will enjoy each of her borrowed mornings by the pond, the sound of birds and running water, the sun on her feathers, expecting nothing.

I’m not sure why I have a blind, undead chicken in my studio. But here is one of my favorite poems, by Laura Gilpin.

The Two-Headed Calf

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass. And
as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.

[Epilogue]

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Now if you think that was remarkable then let me share what Laura posted a few weeks later, linked to via her Epilogue above.

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The Miracle of Re-Birth

by Laura Bruzzese, July 11th, 2013

Good news: it’s been three weeks since the attempted murder of Rufina, and she continues to dwell among the living!

rufina2After loads of eye care, foot washing, antibiotics, food and vitamins, she has gained weight and is learning to find food and water by herself. Her remaining eye looks normal again but is still blind (I was hoping for a miracle), and the place of its former pair seems to have reached its majority in terms of healing–no eye, but no skin, either. Just a weird,  green spot surrounded by red skin that looks not unlike a tiny sun-dried tomato.

But that does not prevent her daily forays into the garden where she walks around with her head craned forward to “feel” where she’s going, and from exhibiting other persisting chicken qualities that seem to evidence a contented life.

rufinaagainI’m still surprised, and slightly in awe of this traumatized chicken who is satisfied to reside indefinitely on my studio porch. Shiny, happy chicken.

And so far, Velma the Rascally Whippet has not been the nuisance I was afraid she might be, but instead, a proud example of a bird-dog in defiance of her own natural instincts (save for one minor incident involving a tail feather. That was still attached to Rufina.). Perhaps Velma knows they are kindred spirits, she herself having survived a scary encounter with the Great Beyond earlier this year.

velmaThanks to everyone who has contributed free chicken advice, food, ER and vet consults, and even a couple of adorable, surprise chicks* (!) to keep Rufina company.

chicks*Chicks will unfortunately be dispatched to some other venue because they are exploiting their sighted advantage: stealing food out of Rufina’s mouth, crowding the water dish, and mocking her by constantly blinking and sticking their tongues out.  Also, they are filthy little creatures that walk in their own poop and then jump on me.

And finally, what’s in a name? When it became clear that chicken might live, I thought I should name her, and Rufina was the first thing that popped into my head. A few days later, I googled it to see what came up. This is what I found on Wiki:

Saints Justa and Rufina (Ruffina) (Spanish: Santa Justa y Santa Rufina) are venerated as martyrs. They are said to have been martyred at Hispalis (Seville) during the 3rd century.

Their legend states that they were sisters and natives of Seville who made fine earthenware pottery for a living, with which they supported themselves and many of the city’s poor. Justa was born in 268 AD, Rufina in 270 AD, of a poor but pious Christian family. During a pagan festival, they refused to sell their wares for use in these celebrations. In anger, locals broke all of their dishes and pots. Justina and Rufina retaliated by smashing an image of Venus.

The city’s prefect, Diogenianus, ordered them to be imprisoned. Failing to convince them to renounce their faith, he had them tortured on the rack and with iron hooks. This method also having failed, they were imprisoned, where they suffered from hunger and thirst.

They were then asked to walk barefoot to the Sierra Morena; when this did not break their resolve, they were imprisoned without water or food. Justa died first. Her body, thrown into a well, was later recovered by the bishop Sabinus. Diogenianus believed that the death of Justa would break the resolve of Rufina. However, Rufina refused to renounce her faith and was thus thrown to the lions. The lion in the amphitheatre, however, refused to attack Rufina, remaining as docile as a house cat. Infuriated, Diogenianus had Rufina strangled or beheaded and her body burned. Her body was also recovered by Sabinus and buried alongside her sister in 287 AD.

Old Master Paintings Sale Sotheby's, London - July, 4 , 2007 Velazquez (1599 - 1660) Saint Rufina Estimate: 6,000,000 - 8,000,000 Copyright in this image shall remain vested in Sotheby’s. Please note that this image may depict subject matter which is itself protected by separate copyright. Sotheby’s makes no representations as to whether the underlying subject matter is subject to its own copyright, or as to who might hold such copyright. It is the borrower's responsibility to obtain any relevant permissions from the holder(s) of any applicable copyright and Sotheby’s supplies this image expressly subject to this responsibility.
Saint Rufina, by Velázquez. See the likeness?? She’s even carrying a giant feather!

Just another name? Perhaps. Or: a dark-haired Spaniard and a Italian-New Mexican, two Christian potters separated by centuries, a saint, a chicken, and an ordinary human united in an extraordinary coincidence of the undead.

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Follow that!

Well I can’t but John Zande can.

For he was the first to leave a comment to Laura’s Rebirth post:

Here, i feel this song is in order. Listen carefully to the words, and who is singing them.

Including the following in his comment.

18 thoughts on “Connections

  1. I found this very very moving Paul. I’ve been congratulating myself lately for really cutting down on beef and nearly eliminating bacon and lamb. But I eat chicken – not my own, I can’t – just their eggs. I feel it is the greatest ethical dilemma of my life. But my dogs and cats eat meat. My family, for whom I cook, eats meat. Nature is cruelty. Sometimes when I read all the stuff that goes on, the slaughter of the innocents, I want out of this world. Perhaps I will go to the library and seek out some good vegetarian cook books…..at least I may feel better about myself.

    1. Oh Marg, your passion and your pain pours out from your words. Well in truth, from your heart ❤️.

      Yes, dogs and many animals hunt and kill warm-blooded creatures. But that isn’t wrong, it’s natural. You know that.

      What is wrong is the manner in which the vast majority of the animals destined for our tables is farmed. Clearly, you share that opinion.

      However, it is something where each of us can make a difference. Go vegetarian, research the food we buy, speak with others, etc., etc. I shall be researching the Better Chicken brand and will share findings here.

    2. Hi Marg, I think Paul is so right — your passion and pain are really evident in your words. I think the fact that you are willing to wrestle with the issue and be aware and conscious in your choices is absolutely the best thing ever. I can’t blame people who make informed, intentional choices — it’s the people who just don’t care and “don’t want to know” that drive me up a wall. Anyone who sits down to eat a chicken wing or baby back ribs at a bar and has no clue where that food came from or how the animal suffered for it is just incomprehensible to me. Anyway, I’ll stop my rant there 🙂

      Rather than feeling guilty and torn about eating the meat you do still eat, perhaps you could make the choice to only purchase from small/local, independent farms, and not (NEVER) agribusiness corporations? If you choose to eliminate meat altogether, perhaps slowly replace it with new recipes (Indian and Asian foods are full of vegetarian options) and meat substitutes (if that’s appealing at all). Shrink the portions on your and your family’s plates until it’s no longer the centerpiece of every meal. I recently discovered Beyond Meat’s frozen grilled “chicken” and I think it’s soooo delicious! I use it with noodle soup, tostadas, enchiladas, and sandwiches. I’m not really one for meat substitutes, but I read a review about that one and I just had to try it.

      Wishing you the best on your journey!

  2. This was an amazing story, absolutely captivating and thank you for saving this poor dear chicken. What a heart she had to stay alive, incarcerated with her dead friends in a freezer. Never underestimate animals and what they can teach us. I no longer eat meat of any kind, and I feel so much better for it. A shake up is needed and respect for our animals is a good start. This story is why I love blogging and bloggers. Thank you so much

    1. Barbara, it might come across as a little …, oh I don’t know what, …. but I would have given up blogging years ago if it hadn’t been for people like you.

      People like you who give up their time to read other blogs and then pen (showing my age) beautiful words full of feelings and wisdom and love.

  3. This is an amazing story of tenacity and good will. I wish Ruffina good health and that she lives a long, happy life. Laura is a wonderful woman with a kind heart. Not many people would nurse a chicken back to health. I shudder to think what could have been done to Ruffina had she not had the beautiful fortune of meeting Laura.

  4. What an amazing post… Rufina is looking remarkably well considering what she has been through and well done to you and Jean whose tender Loving Care has enabled her start and manage by herself.. Well Done both of you.. 🙂

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