Ever since I saw the chickens at the Del Mar Fair in June, I have been hankering for one myself. But it's not possible for me since my urban neighborhood forbids chickens as does my dog Scout. Oh yeah, and my husband forbids it too! But my friend Celeste, who took me to the Fair in the first place, lives on the "Ranch" where there is room for chickens!!! Well, when she told me she was going to get some, I went wild and insisted (didn't even ask) that I get a chick too and we could raise ours together at her house (such a deal!). While this was still in the planning stages in July, I made Celeste a fabric egg basket in preparation for the big day. That big day happened yesterday!!! Frankie (my chickie) is the red head and Celeste's is Betty (the brunette). They are Americanas. Okay, I said - Americana's it shall be...good ol' red blooded Americana's! And Celeste reminded me that what I really loved were the Polish chickens with those big poofy feather hats. Hmm. Well, I'd rather go American, I said (don't know why) although Polish chickens are probably born here. And Celeste with her hysterical sense of humor (that slays me!) said Yes, they would be anchor chickens! I get to hold Frankie tonight for the first time. Can't wait!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The Summer of the Chickies!
Ever since I saw the chickens at the Del Mar Fair in June, I have been hankering for one myself. But it's not possible for me since my urban neighborhood forbids chickens as does my dog Scout. Oh yeah, and my husband forbids it too! But my friend Celeste, who took me to the Fair in the first place, lives on the "Ranch" where there is room for chickens!!! Well, when she told me she was going to get some, I went wild and insisted (didn't even ask) that I get a chick too and we could raise ours together at her house (such a deal!). While this was still in the planning stages in July, I made Celeste a fabric egg basket in preparation for the big day. That big day happened yesterday!!! Frankie (my chickie) is the red head and Celeste's is Betty (the brunette). They are Americanas. Okay, I said - Americana's it shall be...good ol' red blooded Americana's! And Celeste reminded me that what I really loved were the Polish chickens with those big poofy feather hats. Hmm. Well, I'd rather go American, I said (don't know why) although Polish chickens are probably born here. And Celeste with her hysterical sense of humor (that slays me!) said Yes, they would be anchor chickens! I get to hold Frankie tonight for the first time. Can't wait!
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Good golly miss molly, Susan! I have been on a chickie kick myself lately, and even went so far as to see if the city of Coronado allows chickens (they don't), but I had my chicken coop all picked out and was desperate to shop for chickens too. Who knew you'd be a chickie lover too? I really can't wait to meet your Frankie! You are one lucky chicken owner girl!!!
ReplyDeleteHi Susan, me again :o)
ReplyDeleteYou simply must look at this great post from Going Home To Roost about backyard flocks. It's what got me all hot and hopping about getting my own flock. I know it will be a joyful read for you now that you have your Frankie! (lucky girl, did I say that already?!) http://www.goinghometoroost.com/2010/simple-living/how-to-start-a-backyard-flock/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+hometoroost+%28going+home+to+roost%29
OMG, I am dying to have chickens ever since I read Darina Allen's Forgotten Skills of Cooking! Same sitch - the city of CV says no, my husband says no, and my teeny weeny back yard says no. Well, I will live vicariously through you. Congrats! (Susan S)
ReplyDeleteOh man, I've got to read Allen's book! So sorry you can't have your own chick but we can all live vicariously through Celeste and Donald. I'll be visiting Frankie on Wednesday and hope to post more photos of "the girls".
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