Chicken Blog by Natalie

Eagerly Awaited - Fri, 09/22/2017 - 12:10

There can be no denying it, I have been eagerly awaiting the return of fall, since about New Year, probably longer. Not pumpkin flavored everything. The change in weather, mood, activities, the way the light softens, and our attention turns toward home, comforts, traditions. Happy Fall, and Autumn, friends~

Happy walks observing the changes in nature, the way leaves let go, and flowers fade. Happy migration, and anticipation, happy harvests, preserving, gathering, and thanks. Happy mirth and levity. Happy sharing the plenty, warmth, and good will... it only increases when we give it away.

I may be setting too much store in this, my favorite time of the year. I may be making wishes that cannot come true, pining for a time, and places, that can't be reached, yet. This could be hiraeth, something I am prone to, something keenly felt, this year, especially. Nonetheless, happy... where I find it, where I make it, and pleased to share it. However short I may come up, whatever sorrows or setbacks shake me, I have eagerly awaited this season and I want to be in it, mindful, and glad.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

New Roost ~ Old Hens - Wed, 09/20/2017 - 10:45
Freshened up and ready for the flock.

Last night was the third night for the chickens with their new roost and shelter. The thing is, our roost is new, but our hens are old. And chickens are creatures of habit, with very wee noggins, so it takes a bit of negotiating and manipulating to get them into new routines.

See Trillian, the golden Ameraucana? She's roosting on the tension cable. That is the spot where most of the hens roosted, back when I provided them with a cottage and actual roosts, and other suitable refuges. Even in the middle of our worst storms, I would rush to their aid, and discover them all, beaks and breasts to the gale, swinging and clinging to that cable, and mad as wet hens. Crazy birds, indeed. But with the old cottage out, and the shade cloth taken down, too, they have no easy way of reaching that slim cable, and on this third night, only Trillian managed the feat of flying up and nailing her landing.

Cocky little hen. Two hens, Liberty and Emma Thompson, opted to sleep in the nest box. And four hens, the ones I manually placed on the roost the first, and second, night, had it figured out... Fiona, Mako, Koa, and Momma Thomson were settled in on the new roost. Only the two Wyandotte hens, Pepper and Pippi, were pacing and eye-balling the cable. Those two hens are pretty sure of themselves, and have not taken kindly to my interference in their bedtime routines. I managed to park Pippi on the roost. She was not happy about it, but she finally calmed herself, and stayed put.

Pepper paced and squawked, and kept measuring the cable. You can practically see the gears turn, hear the motor hum, in their tiny heads, when they are calculating a move. She decided to approach the second cable, from an old pine trunk. She studied her target, measured the distance, took wind speed and direction into account, and I waited for her to make the attempt. I've diagrammed the scene for you...

"Spot where Pepper almost lost her head..." that was not a pleasant thing to witness. Her plan may have been sound but the execution was almost a beheading. She slammed into the cable, neck first, then fell gracelessly. I would have been about 75% more concerned and sympathetic if Pepper weren't such a mean chicken. I think she must have some bounce to her, because she walked off and looked ready to try again, but I intervened.

This is your roost, now, Pepper. And it seemed she'd never stopped squawking her objection.

Hello, clucked Fiona, amiably.

Cluck-off, squawked Pepper, anxiously. I'm flying the coop!

She paced and squawked, shifted, and huffed, until the light faded, and she could not see the ground, or any reason to jump, after all. I suspect she woke up with the rising sun, and fancied she'd always roosted in this spot, and always will. With a little negotiating, and a little manipulating, even an old hen can settle into a new roost routine.

Tasha and Ada have had an easier time adjusting to their new shelter. Their only concern is that Geoff installed a hose, and to their dismay, I was hosing off fences and equipment. Water! Shudder! Our dear ungulates think water, especially the kind that splashes and sprays, is the worst, most cringeworthy substance imaginable. Neither of them got a drop wet, but long after I put the hose away, they approached warily, deeply concerned.

All clear, Ada. You're safe.

All clear, all safe, and oh-so beautiful.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

Tea & Company - Tue, 09/19/2017 - 09:51

Maria tiptoed into our room with a big cup of hot tea, for me. Suddenly a cozy morning, beneath an open window, with hints of fall blowing in, became even sweeter. I sat up to sip my treat, Maria slipped between the covers, and the cats positioned themselves for snuggling, too. What could possibly compel me to leave this nest? While Geoff slept, Maria and I chatted in whispers, we giggled, sighed, and doted on cats. I picked up my shawl, added two more rounds. Now it's at the plodding part, where it takes a lot more effort to show any results. It progresses, somehow.

Maria and I talked about the first, official, day of fall, and how soon is not too soon to bring out Halloween decorations. We talked about all the pretty things we saw when we went window-shopping, and then we played with the collar of fluff Cairo wears around his shoulders, and admired how regal he looks. I reflected that I will be making a floral crown for a friend, this week. Then, Maria described our shared desire to return to Massachusetts. We don't need much prompting to think of why we should go, what we would do. This time she declared, "We could add maple leaves to the crown," and we both recalled the maple leaf roses we made in Jennifer and Ken's garden. And we sighed some more, wistfully, longing for New England and our friends there.

Tea in bed. What a thoughtful gift. And clouds, and open windows, cats, and Maria's joyful, generous company... it's wonderful to be in a beautiful moment, to feel it, and hold it, and store it up for happy recollection.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

Bird House & Barn... Late Summer - Sun, 09/17/2017 - 11:53

Inside, outside... a lovely weekend.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

While The Washers Spin... - Sat, 09/16/2017 - 10:08
"Email us if you know of or have a weird home," Weird Home Tours. I read this description, aloud, from an Instagram account that started following BOoMNerds, our page for Benevolent Order of Makers. I looked up, from my phone, and was face to face with this familiar face, who asked, wryly, "Do we have a weird home?" On the whole, we are flattered.

It's alright that I am sitting at my desk, editing photographs, examining my deep thoughts and other musings, because I am parallel processing. That's right, while I compose insightful reflections, and cover significant news of the day, my washing machine is spinning clothes in soap and water, and my dishwasher is spinning soap and water on our cups and plates. And for a shiny moment, I congratulate myself and feel a brilliant, if brief, sensation of accomplishment, success.

In other news, Maria and I figured out that there hasn't been a post or picture about, or of, our kitty, Neo Cairo Nepenthes, in over a month. We would like to remedy this sad oversight with a fresh crop of pictures of The Boop, our Puppy Cat.

Neo Cairo Nepenthes I, in repose~

Neo Cairo Nepenthes I, in indifference~

Someone forgot to return this chair to it's usual spot, and it's been wandering from room to room since June. Recently, it settled on a niche at the bottom of the stairs, next to the side table that also established itself at the entry, and has since become an established fixture. Cairo has claimed the chair as his own. The cat glares mercilessly at people, or objects, that avail themselves of his property. And this is, in part, how we decorate. Something finds its way into our home, and inevitably it assumes a purpose, or it becomes so conspicuous that it, paradoxically, is invisible, and is left alone.

Observe: Conspicuous, leave it alone.

Chango, on watch for things that may be trying to find their way into our home.

Oh! I hear the dulcet tune of our washer, and so I must away!

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

Home - Fri, 09/15/2017 - 13:40

Dare I say... summer is waning? We had a terrible spell of record heat, and humidity. But that was over quickly, mercifully. Days are perceptibly shorter. I bought yarn. Yarn in a decidedly autumn hue, golden and spiced, like pumpkin, like leaves still hanging in trees, but ready to fall. I am ready to fall. Ready to crochet shawls, and make soups. Ready to anticipate falling leaves. Ready to read aloud, not sitting between two fans and open windows, but near the fireplace, with quilts, and cats, woolen socks. I feel the tug of home, and as I was browsing through my phone, I thought my longing for comforts and coziness of home are pretty evident in the pictures I've been taking. It makes me thankful, glad.

Say "Cheese!" - Thu, 09/14/2017 - 10:45
Ruth, Bex, Ido, and Spencer~

A few times a year we throw open the barn doors and invite everyone in for a day of making and sharing. This time we wanted to welcome our cousin Landon into the mix... he's got designs and plans for making a folding knife, and Alex is mentoring him on this project. Seems we couldn't stop at knife making, so we invited other makers over, and Lisa arrived with a taco salad banquet, then we found ourselves getting a cheese making lesson. It's our love of making, of STEAM education activities and advocacy, that gets these things rolling, but it's our fun and generous friends that turn an idea into an unforgettable event.

Leo, Amira, Maria, and Adrian for a round of DnD~

Magic the Gathering at the next table over, with Lucas, Alex J, Max, and Corey... always room for one more!

Have we met? Yes... Ido, Leslie, William, Paul, and Simon... lots of supplies and ideas already gathering steam.

Say 'hello' to Ido's little friend. Junkcade and BOoM Nerds are at it again... with a little Arduino magic, Tony Manero is going to light up the disco floor.

Here is Landon, our newest BOoM Nerd. I couldn't keep up with all of the tinkering, experimenting, sandblasting, plasma-cutting fun Landon and Alex were having.

Two certified welders, and one eager apprentice. Our group works on the idea that anyone can become proficient at a task, and then pass those skills along. So, no matter your age, in any project or activity, you are either a mentor or a student. Peer teaching, engagement, sharing... by encouraging everyone to participate as students, and as teachers, we increase our resources, build confidence, and accomplish more making. Collaboration, and cooperation, make for fantastic skill building experiences.

Ido, Lily, Matt, and Natalie visited the hens and goats, for fun, and to talk about coop and run design and construction... we have loads of experience with that, and we are happy to share.

Paul, and Geoff checking out something Simon is in to.

Ido, Paul, and Matt~

A little research for the dance floor...

Lucas and Max bring Paul M, visiting from Wisconsin, to the table for an MTG introduction.

And Leslie brings Bex, Adrian, Amira, Maria, and Leo to the kitchen for a mozzarella making introduction. All (clean) hands on the curd!

Landon, mixing in the salt, before we add the boiling water.

Leslie was our expert on this project, and we all marveled at how magical it was seeing the cheese suddenly happen. Making mozzarella was easy, fun, delicious. I wouldn't have guessed we could do it so quickly, simply, and I am glad Leslie shared the curd, and her skills. This needs to be a regular activity.

And what do you do with all that cheese? You top your pizza! For this we had Lisa and Leslie to make dough, and Tim to build a beautiful pizza. This was just about the time Michael came by to check on Leo, and he had a fresh harvest of tomatoes from Grace's garden... just happened. What a fortuitous arrival.

And on the porch... electronics, soldering, Arduino, and Tony Manero.

And also... Tim, William, Alex, and Bex... with paper mâché for a cosplay mask.

Like I said, Always room for one more.

Amira, Leslie, Lisa, and Tim... pizza's out of the oven! This was round 2 for good eating. Lisa fed us all lunch, too. Cooking is some of the best making there is!

Everyone was on hand to appreciate this make project!

Want to see Tony Manero do his Saturday Night Fever disco? Check out BOoMNerds on Instagram!

A New Direction - Thu, 09/07/2017 - 13:47

With Infinity More Monkeys, Chickenblog has been posting a picture a day for over a year and half. I've enjoyed it, and at times I have been vexed by it... I always have pictures, but sometimes I am short on time, or gumption. Lately, I have been particularly derailed... because of new schedules, old patterns, new demands, old habits. I am sure there's a good reason, somewhere in the mix, for my not staying on track, but maybe it's alright to take a new direction, for now, or forever. We'll see.

Last week, Maria and I went to see some friends... Leo, and Bosco, and we met Mabel (she's on Instagram: MaeMae_MiniPig) It was nice walking the doggos, and Mabel... well, she's just a hoot!

I want to say more. But I just spent a long time being aggressively friendly and effusive about a band I love, and now, I suspect, I should get back to homeschooling, carpooling, cleaning, cooking, and other "ings."

Chicken Give-Away! - Fri, 09/01/2017 - 11:12
Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner Squawk!
Sometimes, being a Chicken Blogger has hilarious perks... like when Mattel Games sends you an egg-splosive new chicken game to play with! My friends know I love chickens, and I've received a good number of chicken themed gifts over the years, but it's pretty funny to have your chicken obsession recognized by a toy company!

Squawk arrived in the mail, nestled in a charming bed of straw-like pine shavings, and all ready to give us our first laugh (incidentally this is my first mail-order chicken delivery, and I've always wanted to receive chicks by post.)

"Press Me!" Of course I did, and I was not disappointed. Ok... I am not sure it sounds like any chicken I've ever heard, but it is farcically funny. It's not part of the game, but I have to add: Mister Foo came running into the room, and he meowed every time the chicken exclaimed it's ridiculous Squawk!

Are you curious? Do you have little kids in the house, grandchildren visiting, are you like me... indefinitely childish?? Mattel Games would like ChickenBlog to share two of these games with our readers! Fun, right? I am going to make this as light-hearted and simple as this silly and fun game... just leave a comment. Comment here, on this post, and I will put your name in the top hat. If you comment at our Instagram page, then I will add your name a second time. We will draw two names on September 8th! You could be the lucky winner! Winner winner, Chicken Squawk! Winner!

Last night we had some friends over, and Sebastian spied my Squawk... and I thought, "Aha! Good time for a test run."

Squawk is on her nest, in the coop, and when Sebastian rolled a "2" he got to press her for an egg, two times. It's a game of chance, and suspense, as you wait for an egg-splosive egg lay from your nesting hen.

This is a toy. And it reminds me of other toys that were eagerly anticipated and hoped for when I was a kid, when my own children wrote a Christmas list, asked Santa. It's an obvious thing to say 'it's a toy,' but I think we sometimes forget to just play, to let children play. We get a little obsessed about "educational" and lose sight of giggles, peals of laughter, silliness, making up new rules, having fun. So, in light of play and silly toys, I think this toy has appeal. And I know Sebastian, Maria, Shayla, and Mister Foo think it's fun, too.

There was some assembly involved... easy. There are instructions for play and game pieces. I think our friends had the most fun when I stepped back and just let them play, of course. It's simple. It's silly. It's loud. It's a toy! I hope you want one... you might enjoy the laughs, like I have.

And kudos to Mattel for losing the plastic-coated wire twist ties that plague toy packaging. I happened to notice and very much appreciate their compostable paper twist tie... and I think it's a nice step for our environment.

I Cannot Say - Wed, 08/30/2017 - 11:42
Sometimes it really frustrates me that I blog, that writing is my most compulsive, instinctive, means of being, of expressing, of connecting with my own feelings, and relating those to the world. All of this frustrates me, because I feel my skills are too limited, my efforts feeble, my success mediocre. When I feel most sincere, most impassioned, I dread being too much... too sensitive, too effusive, and not nearly sophisticated, nor articulate, enough. I resign myself to recording moments and occasions for my own pleasure, to keep track of happiness, to make a narrative of what we do, what we love, and I often censor myself, saying less, being less. But, there are times when I want to reach... to capture and convey, in exactitude, something that transcends nouns and verbs, and genuinely, coherently carries my experience, observations, emotions, to connect with you, the friend, the stranger, the person I imagine might like to perceive what I am trying to reveal... even just so I can make sense of what is in me. I wish that I could exude words from my hands, deposit the amalgam of emotions, sensations, ideas, and impressions that are in me, onto paper, a screen. I can imagine a keyboard with a kind of symbiotic empathy, to give form to my intangible impulses, beliefs, sensations... I find this appealing, and appalling.

I pause. Uncertainty creeps in, and I think about the laundry that needs tackling, the list of things that need doing, that are actually important. And I wonder, really puzzle... How do people do it? How do people work, and create, exercise, clean, inspire, and succeed? You amaze me. It's wrong, I suppose, to assume that everyone else is 'doing it right' and has a handle on things, but I've seen it. There are amazing people out there, and I am in awe of what they do. I have these ideas and feelings, a narrative formulating and I can't help but try to say it, to put it into words... but I stand in my own way, with lists of chores, with self-doubt, second-guessing, with a kind of gnawing anxiety of doing it poorly, of being too much, or not reaching quite far enough. Sometimes, likely too often, the results are a half-baked post, bills paid late, and no clean socks in the morning.

What I had intended, hoped to do, was write about a concert, about incredibly talented, hard working people who gave so generously of themselves that 18,000 people stood and cheered, danced, and sang along. I meant to find the words to say that there is a power in music, in the hearts of people who make music, to convey energy, to project their joy, their message, their intentions, and it's so effective, so tangible that one can feel... zealous? The insinuation is not good. I mean it less fanatically, more inspired, connected emotionally. I wonder, in another language, is there a word or expression for energy that crosses from one person to another, an unseen force that connects us?

But, I have errands to run, and we are almost out of clean socks...

Pink Martini Splendor - Sun, 08/27/2017 - 23:30
Maybe I'm a hopeless dreamer
Maybe I've got it wrong
But I'm going where the grass is green
If you like to come along

Splendor in the Grass,
Pink Martini
William, Alex, Geoff, and Max ::
Beckie and Kai, Delia, Maria, Liz, and Natalie

Going where the hills are green
And the cars are few and far
Days are full of splendor
And at night you can see the stars

Life's been moving oh so fast
I think we should take it slow
Rest our heads upon the grass
And listen to it grow

It's no secret, I love Pink Martini, the band, the guests, the spirit, the music. Their story goes back to 1994, or maybe further, because it's more than the founding of a band... I think it began with Thomas Lauderdale's ideals, and talents, and his willingness to share a means of expressing those standards and skills with a band, with the world. Pink Martini is a reflection of the endurance of love, of our resilience, of the beauty in diversity, and the achievement of excellence through collaboration. Their music is excellent, skillful, exuberant, and through the studied practice of their discipline... it is easy, and as naturally joyful as unrehearsed play. I hesitate to single out any one particular person for all of this, but I do want to thank Thomas Lauderdale for starting a band, and for letting this body of people, with instruments, lyrics, voices, intentions, and beliefs "affirm the band’s 22-year history of global inclusivity and collaborative spirit."

Months and months ago, we all agreed to meet at the Hollywood Bowl to see Pink Martini, to picnic, and be together. Lucky for us, Liz and Beckie had all kinds of practical advice for getting to the Bowl, for making the most of an exceptional venue. We had a lot of fun, and a lot of great food, before 7:00pm rolled around. And we had a lot of time to anticipate what this night could hold in store for us. Our first time seeing Pink Martini set such a high standard for any concert experience, that we could hardly believe how fabulous our second Pink Martini experience turned out! Now we were reveling in the prospect of seeing a favorite band, this time with both China Forbes and Storm Large, as well as Ari Shapiro.

Is this the time and place to start naming every member of the band? Because I could. I could say how we love the percussionists, the horn players, the strings, how Brian Laverne Davis is an inspiration, how Miguel Bernal's voice is so soulfully expressive it makes us tear up, and Timothy Nishimoto's endearing Oh, Big One brings us to our feet. Each player in Pink Martini makes the music, makes the experience, whole and worthwhile... I have felt this, and appreciated it, since the first time seeing them play, hearing their sound, seeing the engagement they share with each other, with the audience, and it's a pleasure to witness those skills combined with a depth of emotion that can only be love, affection, and caring, sincerely and warmly conveyed.

Maybe this is the time and place to blush, in my stammering words, and say, I am glad I am not a professional critic, or musical reviewer. I have no formal training, you may have guessed, in music, or journalism, so all of this comes from an unrehearsed, uncensored affection, and earnest desire to say what I feel, in hopes of relieving my emotions, which refuse to be contained. I want to wrest from my memory, from the night, something elusive, abstract, yet palpable... which is the connection, beauty, and intimacy that Pink Martini gave in their Hollywood Bowl appearance. I want to hold and admire, and put into words, how generously, and validating of good, Pink Martini demonstrated a capacity to celebrate a small planet, with many faces, voices, ideas, emotions. In kindness, with affection, Pink Martini made us each, and all, feel worthy of standing on stage, included, celebrated, and beautiful.

Without preaching, or rallying with banners, Pink Martini brought together 17,000 people, blurred the lines between stage and audience, and showed in gestures, lyrics, and movement, how much we are alike, how our languages and differences are no barrier to music, harmony, strength, and collaboration. Literally and figuratively, Thomas Lauderdale and his band brought strangers, nations, and voices, together, in music, in feeling. And the feeling was of inclusivity, of celebration of our diversity and our common bonds, our humanity. Love is love... we all have sad songs and love songs, and we all get tired, and we, each of us, wants to be loved, to be respected, to have a voice. I watched, even from as far away as Row K, and I marveled at how beautiful China Forbes is, and Ari Shapiro, and then I saw how beautiful everyone is, and I wanted, then and there, to remember for always that amazing feeling... Thomas Lauderdale and all of the band, in their generous hearts and art, were including us in their message, in their music and inviting us to see the stars, to rest our heads upon the grass and listen to it grow, to be an America that dreams, and believes, for all.

And they kept giving... it was like a good party, where old and new friends keep arriving, and the celebration rises, increases. And I felt the magnanimity, and joy, of their intentions, their rehearsals, their travels, and what they've studied, of inviting people to sing with them, of Storm Large singing with every fiber of her being, if not her actual voice... I felt it all, and was transfixed by the enchantment of being connected, almost tangibly, by the power of music. I couldn't help but think of what I have been fearing, what I have been sad about, and worried over, how recent events have made it hard to feel hopeful, and to not get weary. I thought of all the heavy things, the obstacles before us, but this time with renewed purpose, refreshed with uplifting energy, ambition, and a sense of being connected with the warriors, and singers who have come before us, who have inspired us to stand strong, in love, in light. It was a gift to be reminded of happiness, and harmony. Pink Martini made a very large space felt intimate and safe. We are resilient, we are beautiful, we are hopeful... together, that was the rhythm and tune Pink Martini played, loud and clear. If the world has a house band in 2017, I think it could be Pink Martini, and they invite us to come along.

26~ Masked Ball - Sat, 08/26/2017 - 20:00
Alex and Bambi made costumes, including masks, and props, for the Labyrinth of Jareth Masquerade. From the Masquerade website... "Costumes fitting our theme are required. Imaginative costumes highly recommended." They were designing, sewing, sculpting, cutting, gluing, painting, researching, and happily anticipating this moment, and the event ahead, for days and days.

Sewn into the fabric of Bambi's dress are tiny LEDs that light up and twinkle, like fireflies.

Costumes and props are finished, they have their forms and driving directions... so off they go!

Here are some glimpses of the making of costumes, masks, and other details... and if you like sewing, design, art, robots, cosplay, STEAM education, electronics, programming, 3D printing, CNC routing, woodworking, metalworking, all kinds of making, please follow BOoMNerds on Instagram! Thank you.

Alex is always carrying around one, or more, sketchbooks. And they are full of concepts, designs, tests, ideas, and beautiful art.

His masks begin in a sketchbook, then move into plaster, which he can use to build a custom fit. Then comes sculpting the modeling in clay, in this case, so he can vacuum-form the actual mask.

The texture of the vacuum-formed plastic has a great effect, so Alex didn't bother sanding it, and went straight to the paint.

A lot of testing and experimenting went into the wings. These, Alex modeled after the wings of a cicada, and he hand-cut them from foamcore... the same handy material William used to make Prince Phillip's shield for the Sleeping Beauty musical.

Drying rack... which happens to be a box William is constructing for one of his skeletons, but that's another story.

These are Bambi's finished wings! Alex is testing them for placement on her dress. Bambi designed and made her dress. We need more pictures... I want to show, between all the layers of tulle in her skirt, the fireflies!

Alex designed his outfit, too, and he and William sewed it.

Also out of Alex's sketchbook and research, came the designs for this prop sword. Alex handed his drawings over to William who modeled 11 separate parts, including this handle and pommel, in 3D Studio Max, MudBox, and MeshMixer (Autodesk, whenever you would like to sponsor our club, Benevolent Order of Makers, we would be honored.) The parts were 3D printed from William's renderings, glued together, sanded, and painted. The cool part... it's a handle, with a jewel glued on, and a scabbard, but there is no actual sword. It was made to safely pass through security without alarming anyone. A thorough prop prop.

Alex twisted the wire detail to go around the glass jewel, and finished the prop by wrapping Pearl cotton around the handle and a section of the scabbard. You can also see the sash William sewed.

This is the beautiful mask Bambi made. I love the floating jewels. There are more parts, more details... and we're still cleaning up! The creativity is wonderful, but the collaboration is what really excites me. It's exciting, too, to hear them talk about how much they learn with each new project, and how much it inspires them for the next project.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

25~ However You Say It... - Fri, 08/25/2017 - 11:52

It's happening... all those passionfruit that we saw ripening? They are dropping, which means we are eating lilikoi, sharing lilikoi, and making lilikoi curd! Do you say "curd" or "butter?" I say, "Aloha, that's delicious! Lilikoi, passionfruit, tropical heaven in an egg... it's strange and wonderful, and makes a phenomenal spread-butter-curd. I made the big batch recipe, from Drizzle & Drip, and I have no regrets. A perfect treat to bring for sharing at our Hollywood Bowl~Pink Martini picnic, a perfect way to honor our homegrown fruit, and farm fresh eggs... yes, I can see what a lucky duck I am. *quack-quack-quack*

Hey, local friends... would you like me to share some of our good luck with you?

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

24~ Manicure Exchange - Thu, 08/24/2017 - 16:45
Delia and Maria gave each other manicures. A little something extra special for our weekend plans.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

23~Waning Summer, Full Days - Wed, 08/23/2017 - 22:30

This is the first week of school for Max, and an easy entry into back-to-school routines for Maria. Grandma is in town, there are projects everywhere! I didn't even try to tidy, conceal, or corral all of the parts, tools, bits, paints, threads, motors, materials flying around our DIY home, so my Mommy got a full dose of Us! To say things have been hectic is a rather comic understatement. Alex is recovering from an infection. Everyone is getting dental overhauls. The city cut the water for maintenance... what day was that, again?? Oh! And the eclipse! Maybe that wasn't actually major part of the fullness of our days, but I used it, frequently, to excuse my shortcomings and missteps, all day Monday. I don't know. Likely, this wasn't any crazier a week than another, and even more likely most people do more, and accomplish more, and say less, than I... but I still feel ready for relief.

Alex and Bambi are going to a masquerade, and have been making costumes and props. William is helping, too.
I made another floral crown, which was pure fun, I admit, and even more fun to share with a friend, when she hosted Mom's Night Out.
Goats. And chickens... there's always a little busyness, there.
Max's new school and loads to do to get that ball in the right court and rolling, but lo! He's on track and moving forward!
Mom fed us her yummy quiches, and I think we are managing to squeeze in some fun in between running around times... plus we have a really special thing in store for us this weekend. *wink wink*

Pfffttt... this all reads as silly, because once the errands, appointments, strategizing, hoop-leaping and fire dousing are done, and recorded, it just looks like a list. A life list. But, I tell yeah, it's been a bit much!

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

22~ That Haircut When Maria was Almost a Teen - Tue, 08/22/2017 - 16:09

This morning three blog comments appeared for moderation, and they were from Maria. "Mommy, I love this! I decided to look back at some of your older posts. It's really fun," she wrote, as she was going through the archives. She left comments here, and there, then we talked about trips, and memories, things we've done, family we miss, times we have enjoyed. Together we scrolled through more old posts, and some were pointless, silly, but what we most enjoyed were the reminders of laughter, of activities, engagement, touchstones, moments of connection with loved ones, rites of passage. I frequently question my motivation for blogging, and sometimes others question it for me... I won't try to justify what I do here for them, but for us... blogging has been many things which are mostly good, including a means of sharing news, reflecting on views, ideas, hopes, and concerns, recording events and experiences, and engaging with the world. We've made friends, and kept memories, marked passages. It's been a means of expressing myself, even of learning new skills, and exploring my beliefs, and dreams... those are some of the grander ideals I've kept and enjoyed, but fundamentally, I like the moments... a haircut, a bus ride, the flowers we grew, the gift we received, the scare we overcame, the cats, chickens, laughs. All of these details, and seemingly small events fill our days, our lives, and I am happy to recall, at least, some of them. I do, probably, overshare, sometimes, but I hope no has ever been hurt, or offended by my ramblings and reflections, and for the record... I do not 'obsessively throw everything on these pages,' not about us, not about anyone. Believe me, there is a great deal left unsaid, and none of it is compulsory reading... so, gosh. Anyway, I loved Maria's comments, and her appreciation of what Chickenblog holds, because it's what I do... I write, and take pictures, and share ideas, and reflect, and express, and ultimately it's just a story of us, for us, and no story is worth much without contact and connection, so there's some of that, too.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

21~ An Eclipse - Mon, 08/21/2017 - 15:31
We've enjoyed some lovely eclipses, and we were even featured on the subject of eclipses, at Make. This time our friend Stacy had some extra viewing lenses to share with us, and I was passing those around all over town, "Have you seen the eclipse? You have to see it! I was turning heads wherever I went... hahaha. Thank you, Stacy!. And like that time in San Mateo, at Bay Area Maker Faire, it was wonderful to see the event, and even more fun to share the experience. Whether looking up, or watching the crescent shadows... an eclipse can be an awe-mazing sight to behold, which is why I am already thinking of the next one in North America, and ten others, all over the world.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

20~ Cats, and Trains - Sun, 08/20/2017 - 19:30

Maria was a house sitter, and kitty caretaker for a few days. Meet, Masacchio. Momo. We were always greeted with nose kisses and his sweet, beguiling expressions. Collect the mail, a little kibble, a little wet food, open the slider to let in the breeze, love on kitty. It was an easy job, a happy one, too.

And we went to the train station, watched a long freight pull in, slowly. Then Grandma Boo's train arrived from Union Station, where she's been visiting cousins, Julie and Becky, and Liz and Kai. While we waited, Maria and I wistfully discussed hopping on board a Coast Starlight, again, and going north, again, to Albany, and Portland, and Florence, and Bandon, through forests, over rivers, again. We like to tell a story of a mother and daughter who board a train with their cat... and all of the dear and silly things that could happen aboard a train with a cat.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

19~ Better Left Unsaid - Sat, 08/19/2017 - 23:00
I can think of all the reasons why I was collapsed on the sofa, unable to stir, or to even care to rally, again. I could list the fires we've put out, the hoops we've leaped through, the bridges we've had to construct... but it's too much. I may be up, now, and sitting at my desk, but emotionally... I am still prone, and hoping to recover. And likely, it's all better left unsaid. We move forward.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

18~ Plenty for Sharing - Fri, 08/18/2017 - 17:00

When Maria volunteered in the school garden, she came home with loads of tomatoes. We also had quite a few homegrown tomatoes to use up... so, we got busy, making salsa. Aren't those teeny Spoon tomatoes adorable? That would be their one redeeming quality... looking cute. But mostly they are a tiny big pain! Tedious to harvest, annoying to wash and sort, and just a laborious process, for little return. I did not plant these... they returned from last year. I'm sure we are doomed to see them (everywhere) in our yard, forever. Our fate is sealed, but if you haven't fallen for these cute, tiny nightshade wonders: Don't! Spare yourselves!

It's possible I take pictures and post every single time I make salsa, and I've probably shared the recipe a few times, too. Probably because of the colors and textures, I can't help but want to capture the beauty. Also, I just get very excited about how delicious fresh salsa is... it's like the culinary expression of summer, the heat, the sweetness of garden tomatoes, the abundance, and sharing with friends. I hope you have garden tomatoes, however big or tiny, and that there are plenty for sharing, too.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.