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
We had a high school graduation this weekend. Yup, another little chick is getting ready to fly from the nest. It was a lovely day, couldn’t have asked for better weather while Logan, son #4 and child #4 walked the field to get his diploma as we all hooted and hollered.
High school graduations have always been kind of bitter sweet for me. The kids are convinced that they’re now adults. They see that diploma has some sort of license for adulthood, but I, as an adult and the mama hen, know better. Sure they’re getting older, but they still need guidance. They still need clucking over (granted it’s only occasionally these days). Continue reading
I was going to write something witty about chickens today, but first thing this morning, I went in for a long-overdue root canal on one of my back molars.
Yeah, things are a little sore right now (can you say kicked by a mule?) Continue reading
When you decide to free range, this is what you get.
A daily Easter Egg hunt.
On Memorial Day we took the kids up to Odiorne Point, which is a NH State park located on our tiny coast (and yes, contrary to popular belief, New Hampshire, the White Mountain and Granite state does have some beaches.) As someone who grew up near the ocean (Long Island Sound) I’ve always been able to breathe better and just expand when I’m at the shore. That salt water lives in my blood and it calls to me if I’ve been away for too long.
Simply put, we had a great time.
New Hampshire’s coast line is only 18 miles long and much of it is rocky, but hey, we’ll take what we can get. And of course, when you are faced with a bunch of rocks, you make do with what you have. Instead of sandcastles, you’ll find rock cairns like this one all over the place.
Even at the shore though, we are reminded that we are never really far from our fine NH woods. Continue reading