Apr 06 Reblogged
Every picture tells a story, don’t it….Amazing faces so much personality. Beautiful
Among the many reasons I love my friend Linda
She’s such a great care taker. She knew that cash was tight for me this month, so she invited me over and fed me — even though she had already eaten. Rented a movie for us to watch, then sent me home with green chile chicken she’d made me for dinner for tonight complete with Spanish rice, tortillas, sour cream and a nice bottle of red to go with it.
Man, nicest thing ever.
MAYA - A Relaxing Sundog to you all…
One has to question the wisdom of a stuffed duck toy at a house bursting with live fowl. She’s 5 months old now and about 70 pounds…
Apr 06 Reblogged
This is a Rhodebar - it’s a cross between a Rhode Island Red Hen and a Barred Rock Rooster. The chicks are barred red and white instead of black and white. This one is pretty cleanly red and white striped, the other I have has mos more black and white striping mixed in.
I like the look. So far both have been friendly, like Barred Rocks.
My original chicks are Barred Rocks and fortunately 4 of the 5 are still alive after all these years. When I first saw Rhodebars I was fascinated. I’m a color and pattern junkie so they fit right into my wheelhouse. I bought some hatching eggs and ended up with two. They are sweet little things. The adults I saw lst fall were gorgeous all grown up. I hope my two girls, will follow suit. :)
Apr 06 Reblogged
Live Moss Carpet is a soft grass carpet that thrives from the few drops of water you leave behind when stepping out of the shower or bath.
Like the concept, but the reality just seems a little weird.pretty though. maybe growing it under your dish drainer or some such…
BLUE COCHIN HEN & CHICKS
This Blue Cochin is one of my favorite birds. Named Bonsai in honor of my friend Al (an avid gardener), they share the same birthday. She was a tidy broody mama and did me a favor by rolling the eggs out of the nest and piling them up by the door for easy removal as she decided to let them go. So far, she’s been great with the 4 babies she hatched out — a Blue Cochin, a Delaware, a Salmon Faverolles, and a Leghorn/Brahma cross.
TOP PHOTO: The mama hen will call the chicks over and pick up food for them then drop it for the babies to eat. In the top shot you can see the grain dropping (by the white chick’s foot)
BOTTOM PHOTO: In the lower shot the hen is digging with her foot, and the orange chick now has the grain in her mouth.The two closest chicks to the ground probably have their eyes closed given the amount of dust Mama’s foot will churn up.
The gray chick facing away is another blue Cochin, I am super-excited that the Mama’s genes came through on that one, the rooster is a Buff Brahma.
Apr 06 Reblogged
Apr 05 Reblogged
When Aqwalina’s abusive husband abandoned the family, she found herself between a rock and a hard place. Financial opportunities for women were few and far between and like most Tanzanians, her livelihood depended on harvested crops from small rural farms. Aqwalina borrowed money from family and friends and invested in a manually-powered irrigation pump that soon transformed her farm from barren to lush.
By investing in pumps, women can harvest more crops year-round and generate more income by selling surplus crops. The single mother is now completely supporting her son, paying for his private school fees and even putting herself through college.
Read more via Huffington Post.
Though this is not KIVA related, it’s the kind of story that is, and why I support them. I love that micro-loans are available these days which allow Aqwalina to flourish - to care for herself and her son, and help to support her community. It hasn’t been that long that women especially, have had this opportunity available to them…even in the US.
Apr 05 Reblogged
Young Caucasian girl - Balkhar region, Dagestan, caucasus mountains. Author: Kamil Chutuev.
Work hired three people recently, primarily to fill in for two women taking maternity leave, then working part time from home. One of the three replacements is clearly pregnant (7-1/2 months along). When I asked about the logic of replacing one pregnant woman with another, everyone looked at their shoes. If the rumor mill is correct, the hiring staff (all men) thought she was just a ‘big’ girl. She’s actually due two months before the woman she’s filling in for. This is going to be interesting.
Apr 02 Reblogged
Dennis Stock | James Dean | NYC | 1955 | Printing annotations by Pablo Inirio
*final image here
For all those folks who say, “Photography?!! There’s no skill in photography, you just point the damn camera and push the button, any fool can do that.” Yah, to you naysayers, I have one thing to say. Suck it.
Only in Los Angeles
Last night my bakery connection asked for a dozen hatching eggs to put under a friend’s broody hen. I met them with the eggs. Turns out that the friend is a professional chicken wrangler for the movies. Seriously. She’d lost her flock recently and was starting over but she still has birds? Whatever.
Man could this woman TALK. Oy!
It was initially charming then annoying, and mostly just on-going. Enough so that my friend went inside and left me out in the yard with this woman. I tried to leave but she had questions - each an attempt to turn things around so she could talk about her amazing birds. It was not an exchange of ideas so much as a soap box. Based on the conversation, I bequeath her my title as Crazy Chicken Lady. She’s got me beat by a long shot.
The entertainment tie-in was absolutely ridiculous.
She has/had a Silkie that starred in a movie where chickens took over the shuttle and landed it on the moon.
She went on and on about chicken cues and acting and was absolutely awed by the famous actors that would be voicing her chickens in some commercial coming out.
Yet, she didn’t really seem to know anything about chicken care. She could certainly talk the talk, I’m not so sure she can walk the walk.
I don’t often run into people who re so wowed by the industry any more — an ex was in television. Luckily. I don’t miss it.
I gave my friend the eggs, but this lady was all about PURE BRED stock — which she’d gotten for free off of Craigslist — and listed off the names of breeds she had - she got about half of them wrong. I didn’t correct herAnd while she never asked about MY flock she assumed that my birds were of lesser quality to hers. So be it.
I know that this is going to come around and bite me in the ass. I just know it. Apparently this woman used to provide eggs for the bakery, and now she doesn’t. And I do. And therein lies all the difference.