Funny things happen when you start visiting friends in blogland. You meet all kinds of people with all kinds of lifestyles. I love seeing really beautiful homes, and seeing all the fab projects. However, the homes that I visit that make my heart go pitter patter are the rural or farm houses. The ones with SPACE- where there are not size restrictions - or laws - or homeowners associations - or critical neighbors.
They can do things like this:
Today I was checking out this cute little blue felt necklace
|click picture for tutorial @ artzycreations|
and as I am prone to do when I visit a new blog, I read a few other posts. That was where I found them. The chickens.
|Click picture for Chicken Diaries @ artzycreations|
Aren't they beautiful?
Maybe I was a chicken farmer in a past life (the one before I was an African-American country-western singer).
I have no idea whether I would actually like having chickens - but my heart LONGS for a few chickens in the yard.
I quasi-had a rooster once. In our little urban neighborhood in Kansas City, MO one of my neighbors had a rooster. I never quite figured out which neighbor it was, because the rooster strutted our little corner of the neighborhood like he owned it. His favorite spot to while away the day was under the huge oak tree in our front yard. I guess he liked the shade - or our beautiful grass. Who knows? But he spent enough time in our yard that everyone thought he belonged to us. If he was in the street, cars would stop and knock on our door and tell us that our rooster was in the street. They weren't mad. They just didn't want to kill our rooster.
One day the rooster disappeared. Went away. I think he was soup. I was sad. I missed the rooster.
Years later we had a yard sale. Countless people came by, not to buy anything, but to ask us whatever happened to our rooster - or chicken - many people called it a chicken. Frankly I only call it a rooster because it crowed and had that red crown thingy on its head. That is how much I know about chickens.
Who does this? Who gets chicken envy? Do you long for chickens? Am I weird? Is it because I'm an EMPTY NESTER? Har Har.
Does chicken poop outweigh the benefits of having fresh eggs and a chicken to love? Am I romanticizing this whole chicken thing?
Why? Oh why am I so lonely for chickens???? Is it because I've been COOPED UP for two days trying to clean my house (and reading blogs)? Am I the funniest person EVER?
I am filled with questions this morning.
Guess I better go...
Make something wonderful today!
*these pics were taken from another blog that did not source any of her pics. Both of these are heavily used on Pinterest and through google images. I have spent enough time trying to source them. Please do not attribute these pictures to me.