I say “Well, sort of!” because there aren’t any chickens in this photo. It’s a view of part of our backyard garden with Japanese Iris in front of garden beds filled with potato plants. Behind those garden beds is the spot where my chickens live. So you might say this is a “chicken’s eye” view photo!
The purpose of my “Family Photo Friday” posts is mainly to show my chickens are real, not story characters I only imagine in my head. They truly do live in my backyard in the middle of a garden which is the real-life setting for what you read here. (Whether they really do dance ballet or put on comedy shows…well, that is another post for another day! But I am not going to tell Gracie that chickens can’t dance ballet! Nor am I going to tell Pearl that chickens can’t put on comedy shows!)
I wanted to share this photo with you because it is related to tomorrow’s post. Emily will return for another “heart-to-heart” conversation and our garden and the Japanese Iris have an important part even though they will not be blooming in tomorrow’s post.
The Japanese Iris will begin to bloom towards the end of May or early June, so we still have them to anticipate. They are one of my favorites in the garden. Their blooming season always seems much too short for me, and that may cause us to enjoy them even more.
Do I prefer freshly dug roasted red potatoes or a bunch of Japanese Iris? That is tough to say. One feeds the body. The other feeds the soul. But I will let Emily tell you about that tomorrow!
It will be a longer post, about twice as long as my regular posts. It is part of a series that I’ve shared from time to time about Amelia and how she wants to be the first chicken to fly to the moon and back. Here is the last posting in that little series if you are a new reader or just want a refresher.
Your encouragement is truly valued, and I hope you benefit from the deeper meanings and bits of “chicken wisdom” beneath these simple stories. If I could, I would set up picnic tables and strings of decorative lights all around their garden home and invite all of you, our readers, for a great meal! This, of course, would be followed by a brilliantly choreographed chicken ballet production.
Nevertheless, we are planning a special “Thank You” gift for all of you later this month since our backyard wouldn’t be able to hold all of you!
This is probably a “hold onto your heart” photo even though it doesn’t have any cute baby chicks in it. I came across this while considering how to bring some of these posts together into a possible book. This photo is both sad and happy for me, though much more happy than sad. I still miss these two that I raised from hatchlings, but their new home was what was best for them.
In the foreground is Lefty, my big boy who had begun to crow and had to move out to the country. (Roosters aren’t allowed in my city, only no more than six hens.) Then there is Rudy who I had to take to be with him for companionship. (As bold and sure of himself as he was, he got very lonely very quickly! Since then, they have raised many baby chicks of their own.) In the back is Otis, a big gentle dog. He was genuinely glad to have his own chickens to watch over and protect from predators.
Lefty and Rudy were the start of a real farm. Their new family then added more chickens and eventually ducks, quail, pigs, and goats. This week, they have been caring for and bottle-feeding a baby calf who lost her momma.
It’s interesting how things often have a way of turning out for the best all by themselves. Lefty is finally the real “cock-a-doodle-doing” farm rooster he was hatched to be!
If you’re thinking of starting a farm, just get a big gentle farm dog like Otis and a spirited rooster like Lefty. The rest just might fall into place!
Hold onto your heart, and get ready to count! How many baby chicks can you find in this photo? Believe it or not, there are fourteen!
This was taken when Gracie and her hatchmates were not even a month old while out for a backyard excursion. The portable playpen kept their exploration confined so I wasn’t chasing baby chicks in a dozen different directions.
After a long period of playing, everyone decided it would be good to take a nap in the last sunny spot left for them as their play area became filled with shadows. You can see how they like to cuddle up close and how they sometimes like to rest their heads on one another.
These were some of the best days of my life. It was when the answer to the question, “What are you going to do today?” always had the answer, “I’m going to take my chickens outside to play!”
Those were wonderful days when my little chicks were learning about their world and I was learning about them. They were such joyful days for all of us.
And if you weren’t able to find all fourteen, did you find the one little chick who fell asleep before making it to the others?