Saturday, January 31, 2009
Guard Chicken
Fluffy lays an egg
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Nailing it down
Logan was learning how to pound in nails with a small hammer at my kitchen table yesterday. He was introduced to this activity at home with his "kid friendly" wood and plastic tools. But at my house, he wanted the real thing. We took out the hammer, some nails and tape measure. He placed his tools right beside his work area, all lined up and ready to go. For about an hour, he practiced pounding in nails with "real tools" into a round of wood from my favorite box elder tree in Dad's backyard. The branch had fallen down over the summer and Damon cut it up for me so I could use the pieces for various art projects.
Logan pounded in a nail that was longer than the round of wood, and it could not be pounded any further once it got to the bottom of the round. Logan was very insistent on pounding the nail all the way into the block of wood and was not happy that the long nail did not do what it was supposed to do. I explained to him why the nail could not be pounded in any further and showed him the point of the nail on the bottom of the block. Logan understood the explanation, but did not like the fact that the nail could not be nailed down into the wood. I could see that Logan was frustrated, but also saw that the next nail he chose was a smaller one...a nail that could be nailed down into the wood. After he pounded that nail into the wood, Logan was satisfied once again.
So, how does this relate to me in my living? I need to start nailing things down. I have been getting frustrated with all the half-finished projects around my house: collage pictures collected and waiting, art materials gathered but not put away, a half-moved office partly in the living room and partly in the spare bedroom, two porches filling up with stuff. All these projects (nails) are sitting around waiting to be hammered into the wood (house.)
For some time now, I have just been avoiding these projects and letting the frustrations build within myself. Rationalization has taken over my thoughts; I find myself thinking, "I can't do this project until that one is done and that one cannot be started because I have to make room on the porch and it is too cold to work out there...and on and on." But, when I try to find something, I am instantly frustrated.
Now, today, I will listen to the little Logan lesson: nail it down. I will choose the little nails (projects.) The bigger projects that can't be contained in my house, can be avoided for now. All the little projects can be nailed down all the way and finished.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Porch Puffer
When I woke this morning to the definitely pungent scent of chicken poop, I surmised that it might be wise to find a new ward in the chicken hospital. It seemed like Puffer was well enough to spend time in the sun on the East porch.
Yesterday, I cleaned Puffer's box, but still, she seems to be pooping more, the more she is hand-fed scraps of apple, bread, fruit and veggie peelings. So her warm clean paper floor was littered with lots of poop this morning.
After I clean the main chicken coop in the East end of my garage, I cleaned Puffer's box and set her out on the porch. She seems much better and is eating and drinking very well. She still is limping on her right leg. I don't want to return her to the flock while she is handicapped. I will watch her on the porch today, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. holiday from work, and perhaps determine if she can tolerate being on the porch through the night. Meanwhile, I am going to a thrift store to look for a playpen to keep her in so she has room to exercise her leg and scratch a bit on the floor.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Dad
Dad seemed quiet and sober most of the evening, saying little and not smiling much. I wonder if the weight of years was on his mind. Or maybe it was the topics of conversation: male genital organs and their sizes, aged people being allowed to die, and mom smoking and starting fires in the house from hiding burning cigarettes so that she wouldn't be found out. And maybe he was tired...they worked for an elderly lady (83) in Madison this morning...
Live well, Dad! May your bones be strong and your heart be steady. May the biting flies and mosquitoes loose their attraction for your blood this summer. And may you know that your children love you dearly.
Puffer on the road to recovery
Friday, January 16, 2009
A cold morning in January
Puffer
Her comb and face area were pecked until bloody and she acts as though her leg is hurt. I brought her inside this evening and will leave her in the kitchen for a few days to facilitate healing in a warmer place without competition from the others.
Joseph is settling in and now well respected by the other chickens. One of the black hens roosts next to him.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Joseph longs for Spring
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Joseph
This morning, upon awakening, I thought about this rooster. Since he has a many-colored coat, I thought that "Joseph" would be a fitting name for him. As you may remember, Joseph was one of the twelve sons of Jacob; he was favored by his father, who gave him the "coat of many colors." In Hebrew, Joseph means "adding."
With the addition of Joseph, I hope to have some many colored chicks this spring.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Rooster tails
I laid Pepper on my black plastic covered kitchen table and harvested several bags of feathers...shiny black with a blue/green sheen...long tail feathers and pointy feathers from the neck area to use in future expressive art projects. Grandson Logan asked me if Pepper was giving me the feathers and I explained that he was dead. Logan said he will miss him and that Pepper will be in heaven...the faith of a three-year-old.