September 19th, 2007

Big Babies

What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day? “Let me fly,” says little birdie, “Mother, let me fly away.” “Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the wings are stronger.” So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. — Alfred Tennyson

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August 19th, 2007

Baby Shower

We welcomed some new baby chicks this past week. So we need to throw a baby shower, don’t we? Don’t answer that. Of course we do.

The new mother already has all the latest in chick feeders and waterers, so for the shower we focused mainly on the cake. baked and decorated by Kateri

First, the human guests had hefty portions

and then it was time for the chickens

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April 26th, 2006

Chicken Salad

I just love this game. So much so that I have to share it here:

After a meal, the kids round up the leftovers from people’s plates as well as any old crusts of bread or stale crackers we happen to have around. These they bring outside and dump in a large plastic bowl along with shredded leaves, grass, and maybe even a juicy bug or two. One child

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July 29th, 2005

What Passes for Fun Around Here

is letting the chickens loose after dinner and chasing them through the herb garden. This is “Cotton Candy” who ate enough of my sage so that I think we wouldn’t need to stuff her before roasting.

Just kidding, of course. The only chicken we eat around here is named “Perdue.”

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May 28th, 2005

Bathing Day

I like old-fashioned play. After days of sickness and endless rain, the kids finally got a moment of dry, warm weather yesterday afternoon and they made good use of it by giving baths to the chickens, of course.

Kateri, who does not normally lean toward the domestic, turns downright motherly when it comes to her “sweet little hens.” So, we needed a tub (an old discarded storage container), some

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