Primroses in yellow
Primroses in yellow
In the pink
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A happy bird is a bird with food in its beak
Today I discovered that the life of a chicken is a short and energetic life. The local chickens are divided in two hen coops. One is permanent, the luxury suite, where the rooster roosts. The second coop is for the workers, those that produce eggs until the purpose in their chicken life is fulfilled. On this photo you can see the workers, looking out through the fencing. They are not fenced in, but can go for a peck outside now and again as long as they leave their eggs behind.
I was on my way today, with my power wheelchair, and as I approached this coop I heard nothing. There were no clucks, it was silent The chickens had flown the coop it seemed, there was not a chicken to be seen, not a single feather was floating in the air. It was empty, clean and outside tthe run was just plain earth. I was ready for another photographic session of the birds, perhaps a family photo with an egg or two, it was chicken-less. I wheeled on and discovered the luxury suite was still occupied, and the rooster was on patrol outside. It was then that a thought occurred to me. Was it time for the egg producers to go, because they were no longer producing eggs? Only the egg hatchers remain to care for their growing family and the rooster would be a happy father.
I have a friend with a farm and we were talking chickens once. She said she was expecting a new delivery of chickens. She has an arrangement with the chicken suppliers. When the chickens are no longer laying as much as they should, they are exchanged for the some new fresh layers. The rooster is happy, and the sales of eggs continue.
I am sure that the empty chicken coup will be refilled with innocent unsuspecting chickens, all ready to enter the egg laying competition and explore their new territory. They might hear the ghostly clucks of the departed chickens when they are settling in their new lodgings, the ones that are now laying their eggs in the sky. What a life. All I can say is think twice before you enjoy the next roasted chicken you eat.
Although I suddenly heard the flutter of wings as a chicken arrived in the luxury suite. All the other chickens clapped with their wings and congratulated her on her great escape. The only survivor to tell the tale.
Spring has sprung and about time. There are days where the appearance is promising and eventually the sun disappears and cold winds are blowing. Easter was not exactly a super weather holiday, it was cold, but today we have sunshine and I discovered that my hyacinth show is flowering. I planted the blue hyacinths about five years ago and they appear regularly. I do not even remember planting the white hyacinths, they suddenly arrived, but probably I did it all myself. I am particularly proud of the hyacinths in the background with a reddish colour. They were little babies that arrived on a big hyacinth that died many years ago. They were miniatures that came from the big bulb and I left them in the garden to do their own thing. This must be about 8 years now and every year they grew bigger in Spring and now seem to have reached a good size. They are actually pink when they flower. One thing is good, this part of the garden is full of the scent of the hyacinths.
Yesterday I was sort of planning on a wheelie in my chair, but it got too cold, and I was too lazy, so stayed at home. Today it looks like Spring jacket weather, so I will venture to the great outdoors this afternoon.
I am making good progress with my broken leg and can now have my daily shower all on my own. I know it sounds silly, but I have noticed when you are disabled in any way, every little progress is a big step. That I can actually get into and out of the bath on my own is a big deal. This morning I am a little later with my writings, but it is the day of the cleaning lady and that is another good thing we did. I was not so keen at the beginning, it was a Mr. Swiss idea, but I could no longer do anything and our wet rooms were becoming a big problem. After a long search we now have the ideal person to do the work. Just a couple of hours in the morning once a week is sufficient. I used to do it all myself, but Mr. Swiss was right. At my age after so many years as a cleaning woman, cook and linen supervisor, at the age of 71 it is time to sit back and have it done for you.
As far as the linen is concerned, my No. 1 son learnt the ropes in a few days and is now a super ironer. Gradually I am also doing it myself again, but I have the feeling he quite likes ironing. He is an autist, and does a perfect job with all the details of correct folding, better than me. Our complete family has been re-organised all due to a broken leg.
At the moment Mr. Swiss as been let out to gather a few articles of food. For the first time we have run out of rice, not a grain to be found. Today is what we call Rice Hawaii. Rice served with some fruit salad including pineapple and seedless grapes cooked with chicken pieces topped with some whipped cream, which is a quick dish.
And now to move on. It might be back to work for some today, but enjoy it all the same if possible. Just look on the bright side.
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