Those halcyon days
Fun, sun and listless boredom
The last bell sounds…
I had been growing increasingly concerned about Bella. Something was off about her. She was erratic and aggressive, and something just seemed off. Then one day I noticed that she had tremendously large feet…In comparison I mean.
You see, Bella lives with Buffy and they’re about a month apart in age. But Bella was growing fast. Faster than any of the other pullets. And her comb…it was so full and red comparatively. (I know you guys know where this is going.) So Saturday I googled pictures of four-month old gold-laced Wyandotte. Sunday, I texted the breeder pics of my little friend….and Bella officially became Bill.
Sunday afternoon, we took Bella, I mean Bill back from whence she, I mean he came. Unfortunately the breeder had sold all of her Wyandotte and Partridge Rocks. In fact the breeder had nothing in the same age bracket. So I became the proud owner of a roughly 4 week old Rhode Island Red. You’ve got to roll with the punches, right?
Luckily, we just finished an expansion to our coop. In fact Buffy and Bella..I mean Bill, had just moved in. Enter, the guinea pig cage.
Our new Rhode Island Red is now Buffy’s new roommate, but she’s still too little to roam within the coop. She’ll be relegated to the guinea pig cage for a week or two until everyone’s acclimated.
So of our six little darlings, five of them were named after Harry Potter characters. Bella was in fact Bellatrix LaStrange-the whacked out psychotic witch (which actually kind of worked for him). So what did we name our new little Red? Well, here’s a hint. My girl has moved on from the Harry Potter series over the last few months. We’ve moved on to The Hunger Games…
One kindergarten graduation
Field Day times two
Jump rope team tryouts
Three hundred fifty annual reviews
A costume for a fractured fairy tale
Rafunzel … there’s something new
I got a lot of things done this week
but sorry, no haiku
Too many issues
Antagonists and victims
Its time to go home
Be festive and have a great weekend!
Voice deep and mellifluous
Now only in dreams
Happy Birthday Pops…
So I’ve been stalking Craftsy. A relatively new site that offers an increasingly broad array of online crafts coursework. There are sewing classes, quilting, knitting, crochet, beadwork, and several others-all taught by prominent artists within their field. They frequently offer discounted deals on classes they’re introducing or highlighting. I’ve considered several, but didn’t bite the bullet until they posted Jennifer Hansen’s Tunisian Crochet.
To tell you the truth, I didn’t even know I wanted to learn Tunisian. And yet I found myself clicking to purchase. Go figure. There have been a lot of cute Tunisian projects in magazines lately. And I’m pretty excited to be trying a new learning medium. Is that geeky? Yes, it’s pretty geeky. I’m cool with that.
Part of the sales hook for Craftsy is that once you’ve purchased the class, you can take it as many times as you want, whenever you want. There are several projects of increasing complexity for coursework, and my plan is to post my progress as well as feedback on the class and curriculum.
So now I’m going to dig my afghan hook out of what will probably be the last giant tupperware tub in the far corner of my storage area. I’m going to make a very icy bourbon and coke (because it’s Friday night, I’m a grown up and I can). Then I’m going to sneak away and leave my husband entertaining my six year old and his buddy during their first big sleepover, and begin my class! Yes, I know. It’s wrong on so many levels. To tell the truth, if I find the stinking hook, I’ll be ahead of the game.
Have a great weekend!
I love the Hogwarts’s four, but the group just cried out for a little more diversity! Enter Bella. Our new three month old Golden Laced Wyandotte.
In my mind, she’s three months old-they’re about three and a half months old… I figured after a short quarantine period, I’d easily be able to introduce her to flock. I fully expected the whole “pecking order” thing. I didn’t, however, expect Hermione to freak out and hammer Bella’s head like she was a snake or something. Lesson learned. I quickly extracted Bella and she now resides in our recently launched chicken tractor. At least until she catches up on the chicken growth chart. But here’s the deal. She looked so little and lonely in the tractor all by herself. Not to mention, the Hogwart’s Four kept staring at her in a relatively hostile way.
Enter Buffy, the Buff Orpington.
Bella is actually Bellatrix LeStrange, the whacked out witch from Harry Potter. I love the name Bellatrix, but my daughter argued, “Mom, this is a sweet chicken! Not an evil witch chicken.” I told her she had a point, but what can I say, I like the name Bellatrix, Bellatrix LaStrange? I think it’s an awesome name for a chicken. She thought about it and said, “Well, i guess Bellatrix was actually kind of pretty in a really freaky way…” We were still mid-debate on Bella’s name when we brought our little Buff Orpington home. I knew immediately what her name had to be. There could be no other name for this one. It had to be Buffy the Buff Orpington. Buffy, named in honor of that bombshell demon killer, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That’s it! We all agreed. Buffy and Bella. Bella and Buffy. Right about this time, my husband walked in and said, “What? Now we have a group of vampire themed chickens?” No honey, it’s just a happy accident. Chicken destiny….rock on….