First, the quilt, since this blog is mainly about quilting.
Now, my new chicken! Isn’t she adorable? 🙂 I found her in a local shop, in the 70% off stuff. She cost me thirteen dollars and some change, after tax. Originally, she was $42.99. She’s big & heavy. Some kind of pottery, not resin. I had to bring her home.
And I meant to blog about this chicken two or three weeks ago. My friend’s mother came to visit her, and brought this for her to give to me. She was helping work and estate sale, found this, and thought I needed to have it. What a nice surprise.
I should be at work right now. I went this morning, and shortly after I got there, I got really sick at my stomach. Hope it’s just a 24 hr. thing. My son is now sick with that upper respiratory flu that’s going around. And of course, he has a golf tournament this weekend. After a big “family meeting” Monday night, things are much better with us. He seems to be understanding the reasons for the rules we were disagreeing over, and that for now, at his age, the rules stand. I got a note from him yesterday, laying on a plate of fresh baked brownies, that said “I’m sorry. I love you.”
Unfortunately, due to city ordinances, I can’t have chickens. I don’t want a huge flock of chickens, mind you. Maybe five or six at the most. Just two to start with, then add a couple more in a year or two, so that the peak egg laying years are spread out among them. As I’m sure, when they are past the egg laying prime of their chickie lives, I will NOT be able to eat them. I even researched which breeds were well suited to a small backyard flock, most docile, and easiest to handle, etc. I even had names running through my head for them…Ruby, Maude, Mable, Darcy, Fancy….Yes, I realize chickens require some effort. I know you don’t just throw them back there in a pen and be done with it. I have a rabbit, and they require much of the same type attention. Yes, sometimes it can be a pain or inconvenience, but I enjoy the caretaking responsibilities that come along with my animals. It gives me a deep sense of satisfaction that I can’t really explain. Like it feels a void or basic need in me. I was hoping that maybe there were some minor restrictions, like no crowing roosters, or not over “x” amount. Actually, I was told I could do it, but IF a neighbor complains, you have 24 hours to get rid of them. I love fresh eggs, and have a local source I buy them from, but I thought it would be so enjoyable to have a small flock of my own. I thought about approaching my neighbors to see if they would mind, and offering to bribe them with fresh eggs, but I guess I will just let it go, and dream of the day when I can find the perfect place to live, where I can have a few chickens of my own. In the meantime, I don’t think Lulu cares for my attempt at disguising her as a Plymouth Rock hen 🙂
Enjoy your Saturday!