Lesson 728 – Drawing a chicken

My fellow chicken-friend and author; Lauren Scheuer has just written a book “Once Upon a Flock.” On Monday, as I participate in her blog tour, you’ll have a chance to win a copy of it right here.

Until then, though, I want to let you know something else about Lauren. She is an artist and illustrator who has many books and accomplishments under her belt. And on top of that, she is a motivator of a teen.

A few weeks ago when my kids just happened to be on school vacation, Lauren put a post on her blog Scratch and Peck explaining how to draw a chicken. Perfect, I thought to myself, something for my kids to do.

But then one lazy day stretched into another (school vacations for teens is all about sleeping late and then being online  to chat with your friends) and before we knew it, the week had ended with no chicken drawings.

Insert frowny face.

Last night my daughter was working on her portfolio folder for Art class. Her assignment was to individualize the folder so that it showed a little of her personality. Addy was given a completely blank piece of paper, something that had endless possibilities. What an assignment!

And what did she do with it?

She drew two boy cartoons from the internet.

Seriously?

Calling me over, she asked me how I liked it.

The drawings were well done, I told her, but I wasn’t sure how putting boy cartoons on a folder gave people any kind of idea of who you are.

“It’s boys, it’s the internet, they’re funny” – she tried to explain to me.

I sighed.

“You should have at least put a chicken on it,” I told her. “Chickens are a part of your life, you’ve learned so much from being around them.”

“But I don’t know how to draw chickens,” she replied.

Lucky for her, not only did my friend Lauren know how to draw chickens but she also knew how to teach others how to draw chickens. I pointed Addy to Lauren’s post and then I let her look through Lauren’s book that is absolutely *filled* with chicken drawings.

This is Addy’s rough draft –

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She made a few adjustments to the design based on what she had seen with our flock and then she drew a chicken on her art folder. The chicken was beautiful, it had color, shading, and you could even detect its personality.  A bit of spark and life that stood out against the drab background of internet duplication.

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I knew you could do it Addy, all you needed was a reminder to use your imagination and some gentle words of encouragement from your mom and our chicken-friend Lauren.

It’s simply amazing what you can learn from being around chickens.

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I write about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact me at Wendy@SimpleThrift.com

Also, join me on Facebook to find out more about the flock (children and chickens) and see some pretty funny chicken jokes, photos of tiny houses, and even  a recipe or two.

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7 responses to “Lesson 728 – Drawing a chicken

  1. pegthomas

    Hey sis: Great job Addy! I’d actually stick with the chicken (dump the two guys) and then sell it to your mom as a logo!

  2. A week ago (Ides of March) I got dizzy in the shower and felt confused and disoriented when I lay down to rest for a nap. I said, “I do believe I may be having a stroke,” My HMO said come straight to the hospital. My wife took me. They ran two cat scans and said, “Yes, you have had a TIA,” (Transitory Ischemic Attack) which means teeny tiny stroke.

    Really important information everyone should know (which doesn’t apply to me yet): if you have a real big-time stroke (look up the information about how to tell if you did) you have three “golden hours” of opportunity to get medical attention. Don’t dither. Call 911 if you have the slightest suspicion. The reason: If you get the correct medication in three hours you can reverse much of the damage. If you wait more than three hours the medication is too dangerous to use.

    I went to the doctor today. The nurse who saw me first lives on our island. “How many chickens do you have?” I asked her. She said, “One.” Nobody has one chicken. I asked her, “What happened to the others?” “Coyotes. Raccoons. Before that, I had a turkey. I found a coyote and our retriever fighting over its carcass.”

    There’s quite a battle going on with the NRA about firearms, from New Hampshire, where you live, to Washington state, where I live. For a while, there were jokes about “Support the right to arm bears.”

    I am considering trying to teach our chickens to use AR-15s to defend themselves against coyotes, raccoons, weasels, eagles, hawks, and owls. I have a very bad feeling about this idea. Perhaps they chickens should call 911 on me. I may not be in my right mind any more.

    • Wendy Thomas

      Modesty!!!

      So sorry to hear this. I always wonder when I haven’t heard from you in awhile (what is my friend on the island up to now?)

      First of all, how clever you were to think of stroke and get help right away. My prayers and wishes go your way for continued improvement and good health. Things would be a lot duller around here without your witty commentary.

      And speaking of islands, for a bit of land surrounded by water, you guys certainly seem to have your share of nasty predators and while I’m not sure that supplying your fowl with AK-47s is the answer, it just may be time for them to create a lobby and make a trip to DC. Perhaps they could create change on a wing and a prayer.

      Lastly, please gift that nurse with 2 chicks this spring. No bird should live alone.

      God speed, my friend.

    • lscheuer

      Hi Modestypress — I had a TIA about eight years ago. It was terrifying. And freaky. And life-changing. Doctors found that there was a hole in my heart between two chambers, and that’s how the blood clot made it to my brain. They repaired the hole, and I’m good as new (an aspirin-a-day, just in case). But my understanding of “consciousness” is forever changed. I now have tremendous appreciation for the transience of “who I am”. I wish you well on your recovery.
      Lauren

  3. Thank you. The nurse seems coherent and competent. She probably has more money than I do. She will have to get her own chicks and protect them as well as our chicks are protected.

    We have mesh over our chicken run, a fence around it, a gate to enclose it, and an electrified wire around it. I am trying to teach the hens to say, “Maginot line,” They have a surprisingly large vocabulary if I listen closely, but I don’t understand much of it. Of my language, the mostly understand, rattle rattle. That is the sound of me shaking the container of oat flakes. They consider oats the same way alcoholics consider wine, beer, or whiskey, so I limit their consumption. They tell me they love me, but as a cynic I think it’s just the oats speaking.

    Our island is a pretty peaceful place, but there are four murder trials underway in our county courthouse, so it’s just as well we have a county Sheriff’s office, deputies who are authorized (and trained) to carry firearms, and my wife and I lock our doors every night as well as closing the gate of the chicken run and closing the door of the coop

    For the surprising number of predators on our island, we have no grizzly bears, no wolves, and no hyenas. We have mesh over our chicken run, a fence around it, a gate to enclose it, and an electric fence around it.

    Our “chicks” are coming this morning. My daughter, my daughter-in-law, and our non genetic granddaughter who considers it perfectly normal to have two mommies in Seattle and two daddies (who visit frequently) in Chicago.

  4. lscheuer

    Wendy, I love your post, and I love your daughter’s chicken art! But I also love your daughter’s concept of who she is —- Boys-and-Internet — She’s a funny gal!

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