Great Chicken Questions
I admit it, I collect chickens. (Is it because I am a chicken at heart? Is it because my mother collected owls?)
Well, not real chickens, at least I don't think so. I'm talking about decorative chickens, all over my kitchen.
So here I am with plenty of time on my hands so I decide to clean the soffit area in our kitchen. I take down the ceramic chickens that reside up there - some of them inherited from my mother - and dig into the difficult task of cleaning all the greasy grime from their myriad surfaces. The job is so tough that I clean one and then take a long break before I attempt another one. Slowly, clean and shiny chickens join each other on the opposite counter top.
I come to a point when I am almost done. Turning slightly, I glimpse something disturbing. There is a mob of chickens clustered on the counter . . . are they ganging up . . . is that a sinister look on the old rooster in front? . . . is he guarding his clutch? . . . why is that one hen so surprised?
. . . maybe it's time to put them back up on the soffit. Separated.
Click on this link for a past blog entry on my obsessive chicken collection and the Chicken God.
For a photo of the chickens back up on the soffit and a little techie photo talk, click on "read more" below.
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Well, not real chickens, at least I don't think so. I'm talking about decorative chickens, all over my kitchen.
So here I am with plenty of time on my hands so I decide to clean the soffit area in our kitchen. I take down the ceramic chickens that reside up there - some of them inherited from my mother - and dig into the difficult task of cleaning all the greasy grime from their myriad surfaces. The job is so tough that I clean one and then take a long break before I attempt another one. Slowly, clean and shiny chickens join each other on the opposite counter top.
I come to a point when I am almost done. Turning slightly, I glimpse something disturbing. There is a mob of chickens clustered on the counter . . . are they ganging up . . . is that a sinister look on the old rooster in front? . . . is he guarding his clutch? . . . why is that one hen so surprised?
. . . maybe it's time to put them back up on the soffit. Separated.
Click on this link for a past blog entry on my obsessive chicken collection and the Chicken God.
For a photo of the chickens back up on the soffit and a little techie photo talk, click on "read more" below.
» read more
