Things to share:
Today, I received my first plucked bouquet of the season from my boys.
I've received some single plucked dandelions, lately, but this was a full bunchy handful.
On May Day, the 2nd through 4th graders at our local elementary school made spring baskets full of goodies and trimmed with ribbon, flowers and lace. Then they, including my Toby and David, took them around to the elderly in our little town.
I made sugar cookies.
A lot of sugar cookies.
I have a story to share.
A story about chicken butts.
Fuzzy, fluffy chicken butts!
You see, the girls already give themselves airs.
If I called them chicken derrieres, they'd demand white glove service.
If some of you have wondered why I haven't posted about the hens for a good long while, it's because, for the past few months, they've been in a slow molt. This is the first year that we've ever actually had chickens of our very own and I've learned that they just look ghastly through the feather replacement process. It's actually been a bit depressing and I've decided to let them keep their delusions of dignity.
Just recently, however, I noticed that instead of looking like, well..... like plucked chickens, those bald spots have been filling in with fuzzy, fluffy new feathers.
It actually made me run in the house to get my camera, I was that excited for them!
They were so frilly before - like multi-layered petticoats.
Now, they look more like an explosion of frizz!
Enough of those feathers have grown back in, at this point, that a few of them have been able to, again, fly over the fence to where the grass is greener. I had just noticed this rediscovered ability after the rain storm that we had a few days ago (in fact, the one from my last post.)
That afternoon, after the rain, as I was wandering around in a dream, taking pictures of glistening dew drops, I was completely unaware of the plight of Silly Chicken. I only discovered that she was missing when I counted only ten fowl in the coop that evening. We searched but couldn't find even a trace of her. We were so worried that the fox or weasel or coyote or hawk had gotten her!!!! It was when Farmer Tom had gone out to the mailbox the next morning that he was relieved to see her come clucking out into the lane from the lilac hedge where she had, apparently spent the night.
What we think happened is that, ...
With her new found fluff and freedom, when the windy squall at the front of the storm hit, she was blown completely off course to the other side of the house. (Just think of the scene in Mary Poppins when the Nannies are all blown away and, delete the nannies, and, insert one flapping Silly Chicken!) She found herself in completely unexplored and, hence, unknown territory. Lost and alone, she hunkered down in the hedge. In the morning, even though she was completely disoriented and didn't have a clue where she was, she had regained her dignified air and Mr. Tom had to herd her back to the yard. She did seem extremely relieved to see the driveway again, though!
I cannot tell you how overjoyed we were to have her back!
Silly, spoilt, well loved girl!
Well, that's what I have to share from my home.
I am participating in My Romantic Home's "Show and Tell Friday".
You should see the gorgeous roses growing over her arbour that she has shared. Wow!