Monday, April 16, 2007

I Gots Chickens!

I Gots Chickens
April 16, 2007

I have wanted chickens for so long!

There came a time, I’m not sure when, that I realized that you could just HAVE a chicken, that you didn’t really need a farm, per se, although animal rights probably help.

My friend and sister-of-the-heart, Brittany, had a chicken, sort of by accident, and it was a very cool chicken. It hung out, ate bugs, chased her toddler, and laid eggs. I have bugs, no toddler, and I like eggs. Perfect fit!

So I went to the local seed and feed, and procured me some chicks: fluffy, sweet, peeping chicks (and a farmer’s sense of grammar)! I took them home in a cardboard box with some shredded newspaper and made them a home I designed myself: a plastic drawer.

I researched chickens to get the ones I wanted. The ones I REALLY want don’t come to the local seed and feed.
DOMONIQ2 They're called Dominiques.
Real farmers don’t have any use for fancy chickens or for chickens who don’t like to give up their eggs and those types of chickens tend to be one and the same: the prettier they are, the more temperamental. So I got me some Rhode Island Reds
rhodeislandred
and some Araucana’s.
Araucana-Chicken-2

But right now they look like this:
nesting in my bosom
Curious little fellas

They are less than two weeks old and have feathers on their wings and are already testing their flight capabilities when they jump off anything they can climb onto.
roosting

The have not all been named yet. I am waiting for Mo and Dad to come down and do the honors for two of them. There is a Rhode Island Red named Rosie and an Araucana named Pansy. You see my chickens must have flower names. They just must.

And here is how they run.


Omelets at my house!
carrie and the chicks

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Carmel

A month ago, I got to go to Carmel with my lovely ladies, Brittany & Wendy. Brittany's parents were generous to let us stay in their lovely home.
The Dreamy House
This is not a once or twice a year vacation home...it is a every other weekend vacation home. They keep clothes, make up, good food, etc here because they come here a lot. Can you blame them?

What did we do there?

We looked at photos (I brought a whole suitcase just of photo albums). Sometimes we could not stop laughing at the people we knew, the things we did, the boys we kissed, and the lack of supportive bras...

Laughing at Brittany's smushed boob

We brought music and danced (well I watched the dancing...I was feeling under the weather with the beginnings of a dumb sinus infection!):

Dancing in the Kitchen

Isn't that kitchen awesome? We ate some good grub in that there kitchen!

Aren't these girls great?
Dancing

We brought good books and took long walks on the beach:

Brittany on the beach
Wendy on the beach
the ladies
And of course we talked, and talked, and talked. We never ran out of things to talk about. I could talk to these ladies all day and all night.

Then we went shopping a little.
shopping in carmel
We went to Anthropologie and spent HOURS trying on beautiful clothes. I love being a girl (and I got a way cute skirt.)
on the beach
Then we went to the beach some more...and talked some more.

And then it was time to say goodbye.
the ladies and the house
And we had to lock up the house and drive back to San Fran.
This is us driving the Beamer.
I love these ladies and we will always have fun being together.