Guess what? When you have chickens and write about them it makes getting gifts for you very easy. I’ll be showing you some of the most incredible chicken items ever that I was fortunate enough to receive this holiday season.
The first item comes from a very good chicken friend Lauren Scheuer. Lauren is an illustrator who specializes in kids’ books, games and puzzles. She’s done a whole slew of books for American Girl, and her clients include Boston Museum of Science and Roger Williams Zoo. On her blog she draws some of the most amazing pictures of her flock (which includes 7 chickens and one small white dog.)
My favorite by far is Lucy (I know, I know, I don’t really have a favorite, I love them all) Lucy is a special needs chicken, a survivor of Marek’s disease (a tumor producing virus) and she has the most beautiful feather display.
Here is a picture of Pigeon (who was rescued from a cage) with Lucy. Aren’t they gorgeous?
Pigeon and Lucy Photo credit: Lauren Scheuer
And just look at what I opened up on Christmas morning – Continue reading
When one makes the decision to own chickens, one opens one’s life up to chickens. It’s true. All of the sudden you start seeing chicken possibilities in everything.
Which is why when I saw a chicken shaped dip dish at the Goodwill this summer (can you even imagine anyone passing this little beauty on?) I knew I simply had to grab it. I mean, like Paris Hilton collects those tiny dogs, I have an impulsive need to now collect chicken things (the only difference is that I don’t carry them in a bejeweled carrier with me when I go shopping.) Seriously, just look at how cute they all are!
Our chicken plate has become quite the signature piece of our family and has, at one time or another held chips with salsa, vegetables with dip, crackers with cheese, and this afternoon it will grace the dessert table at a party bearing a cannoli chocolate chip dessert dip. (yum)
Those who know me, know I wouldn’t show up without something chicken related (Yankee swap hint.) Chickens R Us, remember? Continue reading
For those of you who don’t have children or for those of you who are sane (basically the same thing) there is a relatively new Christmas phenomenon that’s hit the streets of which you are probably unfamiliar. It’s called the Elf on a Shelf and in a nutshell, an elf (one of those creepy ones from the 1950’s with the plastic face) sits on a shelf in your house and while your children sleep, he returns to the North Pole and reports back whether the kids have been good or bad. Apparently this goes on for the entire month of December.
Now as if spying on your kids and tattle-telling isn’t enough, apparently this elf moves from room to room each night causing mischief. Some of the mommy blogs are listing creative ways to have the elf make mischief, all in the name of good Christmas fun – switch all the clothes from one closet to another, make cookies IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT and leave the dirty dishes for mom in the morning…
Oh that naughty elf.
I’m going on the record as protesting. As if us parents don’t have enough to do during the holiday season, now we’re supposed to perpetuate the story of a little being who reports back if your kids lost their temper but then feels free to wreck havoc in MY house?
Get Santa on the phone, something’s not right. Continue reading
Sorry for slacking off a little, I had another tooth pulled last week (2nd in as many months) that has gone into that 27th circle of hell called a “dry socket.” On top of that, a previously fractured jaw has finally given up the ghost and has gone into constant spasm in protest (Occupy Wendy’s Mouth). If you have TMJ, you know the pain involved, not only are the muscles in agony but because they are swollen and in spasm, they are aggravating some facial nerves, making me one very unhappy camper.
The only way I can talk is by holding my mouth closed and talking through my teeth, making my kids think that I’m really angry about everything these days, which is not true, I’m only angry about the broken Waterford wine goblet.
The only cure? Rest, pain meds, muscle relaxants, and a liquid diet for the next month or two. (Yup, Santa is bringing me a juicer for Christmas.) No figgy pudding for Wendy.
But even still, the show must go on. This afternoon I asked Spencer my 6′ 4” son to bring a small Christmas tree out to the hen house in order to get some photos for the blog. Just the thought of me getting up off the couch was too much.
First, he put the tree on the ground. There was mild interest from the chickens – what is this inanimate green object in our house and more importantly, could it be food? Clearly they did not yet appreciate the magic of the tannenbuam.
Not getting the response he wanted (honestly, I think he expected them to break out in holiday songs while one of them passed out mugs of hot cocoa) Spencer spread some feed near the tree. A few brave ones came closer. Continue reading
I blame my good friend from high school, Karen Romano Young (who just also happens to be a Good-egg inductee of our flock) for this one.
Remember this post where I lamented the fact that you rarely see a chicken in a Nativity scene? Well, Karen took it upon herself to point me to this “rubber ducky nativity set.” Did you think there was even a small chance I wasn’t going to drop everything I was doing and order it? Continue reading
I’m a little behind this year. Putting up the Christmas tree is always a big event (as is taking it down) in our house. Just as Santa does in the parade, the tree in our house might just as well be the starting gun to the season. And they’re off.
We usually get our (artificial) tree up during Thanksgiving weekend but between the holiday, the relatives, and the kids home from college (and let’s not talk about the mouse that jumped out of the Christmas box decorations when I was down in the basement) I just haven’t gotten to it yet.
I think though, that the natives are getting a little restless.
We always keep our Charlie Brown Christmas tree up all year. It’s so sweet that no one can bear to take it down. When I found it this morning, this is what it looked like: Continue reading
Last year I bemoaned the fact that you never see chickens at a Christmas manger scene. Oh sure you see donkeys, camels, and (quite) a few sheep, maybe even a dog or two, but you never see chickens.
Which I thought to be a bit odd because surely they had chickens over there in Bethlehem, after all, chickens not only give eggs but they are a handy one-sized family meal. I had then theorized that perhaps the rooster had crowed throughout night with all of the activity going on and as a result had contributed greatly to the breakfast served the next morning (ensuring peace on earth for the new mother and child), but that still didn’t explain the lack of hens.
I tired to remedy this in my own little way:
Doesn’t really work well for long, as the hay eventually gets pecked all over the room. Continue reading
I wrote about this recently on my facebook page. The Blizzard Basket is something we do every year and I can’t tell you how much the kids look forward to it. Often it falls on a “snow day” when school has been canceled making it just that much more of a celebration.
It’s almost time to put out the blizzard basket (although as my daughter Addy reminds me I’m a bit too late this year, what with our recent Halloween blizzard). Basically, it’s a basket covered with holiday tea towels that is opened up on the first day of a snow storm large enough to keep us home.
We’ve done this since Spencer (our oldest) was little. The key is that it sits in a corner (usually under the Christmas tree), covered, and no one knows exactly when it will be opened (or what will be inside.) The anticipation is delicious. Continue reading
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Those who raise chickens tend to be rock solid, down to earth types. My kind of people. Which is why today I’m going to reach out to you. If we put our heads together I’m sure that we can come up with some wonderful ideas of how to use our chickens to make homemade gifts (and I’m not talking about a big pot of chicken soup here.)
As you know, the holidays are coming upon us (and if you didn’t know, just step foot in your local department store where the decorations will – literally – hit you on the head.) This year, as a family, we are going to try to shop locally and make many of the gifts for our friends, families, and teachers (and when you have 6 kids, there can be many, many teachers.) Continue reading
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