Hank Chases Chickens

Who is sitting in the chairs?


I have been transporting the new chickens from the “Bunny House” to an outdoor play area nearly every day. They are not cooperative birds which makes it challenging to carry more than two at a time. I am determined to carry at least three birds for the sake of efficiency. The other day, one got away. I decided to teach her a lessen and did not bother to capture her until the end of the day. Craig noticed the chicken and went after her with a net. Hank got involved and helped herd the errant chicken. Twenty minutes later, I joined the fun of running through bushes, trees and the asparagus patch.  I was proud of Hank for understanding that he was only expected to herd, not capture. Craig finally caught the chicken with the net. I was instructed to carry only two birds at a time. I would really like to hold four…..

It’s been overwhelming to think about ISIS in Iraq, the embattled Palestinians/Israelis/Gaza saga, Syria, Ebola and now Ferguson, Missouri. We Americans get all self-righteous about the problems our world neighbors are experiencing and then we have Ferguson. It reveals ready to boil over racial issues, militarized police in a small town and suppression of the right to speech and protest. I hope we have it more together than our Dictator/Military-Led world neighbors.

On a much smaller scale, and yet similar economic class dynamics, I will remind my readers about the Caledonian-Record editorial diatribe about the “undesirables” on Railroad Street. It has led to an ordinance that forbids use of foul language. It’s these little changes that chip away at democratic freedoms in the name of public safety.

Secret Garden

Late afternoon

Late afternoon

Secret Garden II

Secret Garden II

How is your garden growing?

How is your garden growing?

CIMG0617            Day Lilies in their Glory

Yesterday we picked four quarts of blueberries and one quart of red raspberries. We picked zuchini, cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, lettuce and green beans. Craig planted one dozen broccoli seedlings. The third planting of carrots and beets finally came up. Onions, garlic, potatoes and squash plants look gorgeous.



Hank likes Chickens

Peter Mayle inspired me to write in this blog. I was researching books, memoirs, blogs about Provence and re-discovered Mr. Mayle. He is a Brit who moved to a small town in Provence 25 years ago. I read his book A Year in Provence and knew that someday it would be my destination. Now, approaching 60, Provence here I come. Here we come, because Erica, my traveling side-kick is going too.  We both prefer people watching, eating in cafes and walking rather then say,  shopping, museum-hopping and tourist traipsing. Peter Mayle  mentioned in an interview that he writes 600 words every day by the southern French light that shines through his windows.  He is 70 years old and still has things to say. I am writing by the southern Vermont light that filters through the pines and maple leaves that are my view from the French room. Also, The Artist’s Way at Work strongly encourages one to write three “morning pages” every day. It doesn’t matter what you write, just do it. Something will emerge. I am up to 166 words and nothing much is emerging except that I am writing about other people writing. Jealous. Where is my novel? Where is it?

The garden is a crazy mess. The tomatoes are late. The beans are late. The green peppers are late. Weeds everywhere. Craig and I spent most of Monday putting up posts and stringing wire for the electric fence.  A fresh fence now vibrates with electricity. Beware creatures of the forest. Skunks, bunnies, deer and whatever have been feasting.  Potatoes look glorious. Corn is catching up. Lettuce growing with abandon. It’s not so bad. We are eating salad nearly every day.

I spent some time on Railroad Street today and did not hear anyone cussing nor did I witness unexpected exposed flesh. There were a lot of babies in strollers. A nice couple gestured me to their parking place which still had two hours paid up on the meter.  A sign advertized live music at the Wine Gate this Friday evening. I am watching for the so-called crap and corruption reported in the Caledonian-Record.

Hank recovered from his fear of the chickens and now thinks it’s fun to run around their outdoor play area. The chickens react by jumping all over each other and yelling in their chicken way.  That only makes Hank run more laps and then pant very close to the cage. Sometimes, he stands there quietly which they seem to tolerate.