It’s story telling time.
This afternoon I’ve been invited to hold a chicken workshop for a senior adult education program. Usually when I hold my chicken workshops they come in two parts.
Part 1 – from chick to coop
Part 2 – from coop to cull
I’m not sure that this crew is really interested in raising chickens as much as they are interested in hearing about chickens.
There has *never* been a morning at the coop when the entire flock hasn’t been overjoyed to see the beginning of a new day. All I have to do is open the door, say hello, and they explode from inside, ready to see what adventures the day will bring.
Hello friend sun, glad to see you again.
It’s such a great way to live your life. To wake up with daily excitement at finding out what surprises hide around each corner. Grubs? Cracked corn? A new addition to the flock? Company with someone goes out to read in the backyard?
So many possibilities. Continue reading
This weekend I volunteered at our local YMCA and CPTE run sprint triathlon. I had participated in it as an athlete for the first 2 years, but for the last 4 years, I’ve only been a volunteer helping out with the organization of the race. I usually stand on the dock and try to calm the swimmers down in between waves.
This year, I saw this:
A young man, wheelchair bound and paralyzed from the waist down – Doing. The. Triathlon. With assistance he got into the water and as a swim-buoy supported his legs, he swam on his stomach and when he got tired flipped over onto his back. It was slow. It was laborious.
He finished the swim. And then he went on to do the rest of the race. Continue reading
When the kids were younger, I’d make sure they all had costumes for Halloween.
I never did anything scary, not like this lady I found participating in a zombie walk
Or this zombie bride on her iPhone (which is scary on so many levels.)
As our family grew, so did our costume collection.
Emma is hiding in my tummy and wouldn’t show for about 2 more months.
These days, only a few of the kids get dressed up for Halloween (others only want to stay indoors and play video games online.)
As for me, oh I’ll still put on something to greet the neighborhood kids as they come around to knock on our door,
but as soon as that porch light turns out, I’ll be in my jammies reading one of the several good books I have going, secure in the knowledge that all my chicks know enough to keep safe when goblins, witches, and various other scary people in our town abound.
Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at Wendy@SimpleThrift.com
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That tricky elf in a coop has finally gone back into his box (along with our Christmas Chicken) where I assure you he will be kept safe until next year.
For now, we are enjoying the fact that all of our chicks have returned home and that our nest is full once again.
Oh I know that as a mama hen, it’s my job to push out my little ones when the time is right, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t miss them and greatly enjoy their company when they come back to visit.
So good to see you, so very good to see you – sit down and tell me how you’ve been.
And come back they have with a roar, the kids haven’t all been together since last August. That’s a long time when you’ve grown up in a flock that has lived, worked, and tumbled around together.
Fall has defiantly arrived, heralded by dusky nights arriving far too quickly and the proverbial frost forming on the morning pumpkins, crystallizing the windshields of cars.
It’s a time to sort things out, to make the transition from being outdoors to the confined protectiveness of the house. Yards need to be picked up in preparation for raking, glass tables at which we shared all summer meals and discussions of the progress of pine cones that look like bananas from a distance will soon need to be moved in an effort to save them from the weight of winter snows. Blankets along with substantial recipes will be located as we prepare to feather our nests for the coming cold months. Continue reading
This past weekend, our town put on a Business Expo where area groups and businesses got an opportunity to let people know about their services – table after table of what was going on in our town. I worked at the library table and Marc was there for the historical society. Not only is the Business Expo informative, (and very social, *everyone* from town was there) but it’s always a lot of fun and, quite frankly, it’s *the* family event to attend because EVERYONE gives out candy.
Seriously it ranks second only to Halloween night. My kids, who (even in their teens) have restricted access to candy, went crazy squirreling away the treats in pockets that they hoped I didn’t know about.
One of my reader (Hi Sunita)’s daughter had set up a henna tattoo booth at the event. She’s saving up money for a computer (hey, a kid who is working for what she wants, props to her) by doing henna tattoos on people’s hands.
Henna is a plant that when dried and crushed can be made into a paint-like substance that will stain the skin. The paint is put into what looks like a tiny pastry frosting bag and the artist “draws” on you by squeezing out a steady, tiny flow from the bag. The paint comes out thick and almost black and you leave it on your skin until it hardens and flakes off on its own. When it does this, it leaves behind a “stain” where it had been. Continue reading