Within two months of us moving into this new place we lost four chickens. Two were killed by dogs. I think one was taken by a Red-tailed Hawk and the fourth, our rooster, was just gone. A pile of beautiful red feathers were all that remained. Our neighbor said he'd seen a Bobcat roaming around earlier in the year. It's possible that Rhodie had become dinner.
I was bummed out when Rhodie disappeared. He was a beautiful cockerel and quite friendly. I've read owning a rooster is good protection for a flock of hens, but they can really be annoying too. All that mating can be really wearisome for a hen.
We still had our sweet little Furry Feet, a bantam cochin rooster. He is half the size of the hens but has the heart of a giant. It is hard to imagine he'd offer much protection for the flock. And I've seen him trying to mate. He can't quite run as fast as the girls, so isn't very successful at catching them.
Then one day I heard the sound of crowing. It was slightly different than what I was use to hearing. I wondered if the neighbors rooster had jumped the fence and joined our flock. I went out to investigate.
And much to my shock there stood Ingrid, our Polish chicken; the psychotic freaky hen who NEVER stood still long enough for a decent picture. I had always suspected she was a he, but Dave reassured me that she'd be crowing by now. It was October.
Apparently, Ingrid was a late-bloomer. And boy did she bloom....into a beautiful crowing rooster.
So, once again we are blessed with two roosters in our flock. Little Furry Feet, our cute sweet Bantam and Iggy, our Polish Rooster. And best of all, they are buddies. And now I'm wondering what type of baby chicks we might have in the spring....Bantam or Polish?
My son Jammin' found a website that allows him to make his own Pokemon cards. He's made quite a few cute ones involving our cats. As I was searching our files for a picture I came across another Pokemon card he made recently... I did not realize that my 11 year old son is now politically aware.
Lately, I've been consumed with reading. I can't get enough of the written word. At lunch time, I'm reading a book while I slurp soup. In the afternoon when the kids get home from school, I'm camped out at the table reading while they work on homework. After dinner, I'm stretched out on the couch, perusing through some stories while the rest of the family watches bad television. I can't get enough.
Now, I didn't say I was reading prime literature or mind-enhancing self-improvement stories. I'm not grooving on the American or English Classics either. I'm reading crap; romance novels..... historical romance novels.
Why am I reading this drivel? Because it is fantasy and escapism in the highest form. I don't want to read realistic fiction that parallels my life or the problems my family and friends are experiencing. No, I want to read about Corrinda and Duncan in the Scottish Highlands and how she thinks he is the worst man alive but just can't stay away.
I don't have the energy to expend on working through Dickens or Austen and trying to comprehend their dry English. I just want an easy-to-read book about Melody, who is different from the other society girls, and her love, Roderick, the super rich misunderstood rake. I want to read their happy ending.
I don't have the time to pick up a huge engrossing novel that will take weeks to read. I just want a quick story about Graeme and Melody, star-crossed lovers from warring tribes, who manage to find love despite the odds.
Okay, I admit, some Romance writers are talented and gifted. The better ones know how to spin a yarn, weaving intrigue, suspense, and mystery into their plots. Some authors have stirred my heart: a small tear has known to escape my eye, and sometimes, a soft sigh has crossed my lips when I close the final page.
However, for as many good writers, there are the Others who aren't. I still read them...just a lot faster. There's a whole lot of skimming going on when I come across these books. But, I still enjoy them; it's the reading that I'm all about.
These books relax me and take me away from thinking about my To-Do List and all the problems I'm facing. If just for a little while, I'm transported. It's a nice feeling.
No, this is not a picture of beer fermenting and bubbling on the stove. It is a picture of apple juice. Lots and lots of apple juice; 15 gallons of apple juice to be precise.
A wheelbarrow filled with apples that my husband picked from the trees, chopped in the chopper, pressed with the apple press. Sieved through the mesh screen, and then poured into the pot to boil on the stove.
15 gallons of apple juice that I had to can, when I didn't want to work; when I wanted to be lazy and just hang out on the couch and be a slob.
Yes, it tastes delicious. Yes, it will be worth it when I don't have to purchase juice from the store.
Last Thanksgiving, my sister came to visit and shared a small bottle of this delightful rum. We drank the bottle during the two nights she stayed. We had some old-school fun.
After she left, Dave drove to the nearest liquor store and purchased another bottle. We are now Sailor Jerry drinkers. There are no other rums in our house. When I feel like having a drink I add a little bit of this to a glass of Cola and then unwind.
So, invite Sailor Jerry to your next glass of Cola. You just might like it!
* the small print:
I must add that drinking alcohol is a very rare event for me. Since having
children AND going through Thyroid Cancer, my drink tolerance is nil. So, yes...I'm a cheap drunk.
**more small print:
I was not paid nor did I receive a free bottle of rum for endorsing this product. Sailor Jerry doesn't even know I like him. Which totally bums me out. Do you think I could have gotten a free bottle?