There is a flock of wild turkeys that has been grazing in our fields for several months now. In the summer, there were lots of little ones and it has been fun to watch them grow. As the American Thanksgiving Holiday approaches, I can't help but write and think about birds - wild and domesticated.
I've been raising chickens since 1988 when we bought our first home in Pepperell, Massachusetts. (The Farmer began his career in livestock rearing with a flock of egg-laying chickens when he was four years old! I'm the newbie in this family.) At our little pink house in Pepperell, there was a sheddish building which was perfect for chickens. The first spring there, I ordered in 25 exotic chicks. I have raised chickens continually since then, moving my hens from Pepperell to western Massachusetts in 1999. Yes, most people worry about moving their furniture. Me, I worried about my chickens.
At this time of year, egg production is at an all time low. The daylight is so short, the hens' egg laying mechanism slows down. For the past few weeks, I have collected one egg a day. Mind you, I'm feeding over thirty chickens. To say this is a labor of love is to be kind. But I do so love fresh-laid eggs. In about a month, my new chicks should start laying (the egg laying starts in just around the Winter Solstice - December 21st). And the old girls will start revving up again.
In the meanwhile, I'll have to exist on the memories of bright orange yolks. If all else fails, I can look at this photo I took on location last spring during the photography for my new book. There was a lovely collection of ceramic egg cups which were just screaming out for some fresh cooked eggs. I plopped in some yarn eggs instead. This image, along with several others, are now available as postcards. See my website here.
I know lots of you will be spending time with relatives or friends you barely ever see. Needless to say, conversation could slow down. I feel it is my duty to give you some ideas for "bird conversation" during your traditional Thanksgiving meal.
A couple years ago, a vet came to our house to take care of Jeremy, our guard llama. I had been told by “people” that I shouldn’t have a male llama around a young child. So we paid the cow vet to come to our place and “fix” Jeremy. He also cut off his “fighting” teeth. I figured I should learn as much as I could from the vet - in other words - pick his brain.... I asked question after question. This was two years ago or so and “bird flu” was all the rage. It was all over the media – bird flu was going to kill all of us. Naturally I asked the vet what he thought. He told me not to worry – if I had a sick chicken, I should call him. He also told me that there was no need for all the uproar in the media about bird flu.
I barely spent another second worrying about bird flu. Friends were worried I was raising chickens. I told my friends the media was nuts. They didn’t agree. The local feed store told me they probably wouldn’t be selling chicks the next year due to bird flu. As a writer, I am always thinking up new ideas for books. I was playing with an idea for a book proposal about raising chickens, illustrated with my whimsical gouache chicken paintings. I approached a publisher. Sorry, not interested. We won’t be doing any chicken books anymore. This bird flu thing is going to kill the market.
So now, I have sat back for a few years. I’ve looked for bird flu to enter the world discussion again. Every once in a while I hear something. But, you know, we’re still all here, aren’t we? Tell me, what was all the worry about?
A few months ago in the NYTimes there was a large article about raising backyard chickens in cities. I thought back to my discussion with the publisher who wasn't going to publish another chicken book due to the pandemic that would soon be occuring. Bet that same publisher is selling lots of “chicken” books now. Hen fever, to say the least. And tell me, where did the bird flu go? Conveniently, we’re on to other topics of destruction. Must be why I stopped listening to the news.
Back to your regularly scheduled stitching soon, I promise.
Enjoy your Thanksgiving in whatever form it takes. We're hoping the hunters can't find our wild turkey friends. It's quite amazing but now that turkey hunting season is upon us, the turkeys have disappeared. And who says they are dumb?
BOOK PARTY - MAY 5-6
to celebrate the publication of my new book
CRAFTING A PATTERNED HOME.
Our colorful 1751 farmhouse will be open to the public. On view will be many of the projects that are featured in Crafting A Pattern Home along with many other things I have made over the years.
This event will be a celebration of the handmade. I hope the day will inspire you to add some pattern and color to your home.
The event is FREE. Books will be available along with some other things I have made. For more information and directions, see the EVENTBRITE PAGE HERE. Although tickets are not mandatory, it will help me get a count to know what to expect. Hope to see you here in western Massachusetts in May.