It’s chilly and rainy here in my corner of Maryland today. I actually appreciate days like this as long as they don’t stretch on for a week. It give me the chance to nest and get indoor work done without feeling like I’m cheating the on the garden tasks.
But days like this also make me think of food and I want to be in the kitchen. So today I’ll make some raisin and cream cheese scones for my husband. I’m also planning menus for the week that my son is home from The Citadel on spring break. I can guarantee that the menus will be heavy on the man-food: spinach stuffed pizza, arugula orichette pasta, roasted lamb, marinated steaks. And potatoes. Yes, lots of potatoes!
Keep warm and dry today.
Robin Ripley
Robin
That’s right. Chickens play games. And they have toys.
Now that spring is here, I have a nearly endless supply of chickweed I can pull out of the lawn. Sure, I could toss it into the chicken run for them to feast on—and I often do. But it’s much more fun to fill their bell toy and watch them jump up to get it. As they grab the chickweed, the bell rings.
Meredith, pictured below, adores chickweed. Can you see her airborne to get a bite?
Of course, as the head of the household, T. Boone Chickens figures it’s his job to make sure his hens have a fair supply of treats. When they’re on walkabout in the yard, he often finds tasty little morsels. But rather than eating them himself, he makes a wonderful and excited “chuck, chuck, chuck” sound to call over the hens so they can eat the treat.
In the chicken run, he’s so tall compared to the hens he just reaches up and pulls down the chickweed for the hens to eat.
In his own roosterly way, he loves his hens, I think.
So there you have it. Chicken games!
Robin
After finishing up a big project this morning I headed out for errands. I was really pleased to find an inexpensive shelf that looks pretty good that will work in my office. It will feed my fantasies that organization tools will be the answer to finding time to get everything done. More organization = more time. Right? (Please don’t comment and burst my bubble.)
Even if that’s not the case, it’ll feel nice to get the shelves up and the office re-organized. Again. Right now, it’s little victories.
In the outside part of my life, I’ve been chasing off foxes like never before. I don’t know if there are more foxes, if the foxes have just happened to discover that I have chickens or if I just happen to be spending more time gazing out the window where I see the foxes. Perhaps all three?
Robin Ripley
Robin
