Archives for May 3, 2012

mostly chick stuff

Larkspur with Kit

Larkspur with Kit
I would say that pink fingernails and a new doll are sure signs that Grandmommy has been visiting.  In honor of Larkspur’s sixth birthday (It was actually last March, but my dad and his wife live across the country) her Grandmommy took her to a store unlike one she’s ever visited before and bought her a new friend.  I don’t think Larkspur will soon forget the fun she had (nor will I.)  I’ll be honest and say that I tend to favor things crafted by hand from say, wool or wood, but Larkspur has never liked a doll so much as this one before, and I really like her too.  But more important is the special day she spent with a Grandmommy who is new to our family (after the death of my stepmom two years ago.)  There is a healing that comes as Grandmommy paints her fingernails and brushes her hair.  There is a bond that grows as they share excitement (because I think that Grandmommy was just as excited about the doll as Larkspur!) over a cute doll and her matching accessories.  So, “Welcome to the family Kit.  I hope you don’t mind that from here on out, most of your clothing will be handmade.”  (And thank you dearly Grandmommy.  Kit has yet to leave Lark’s side.)

Designer clothes
Larkspur is already raiding my scrap bag to create dazzling fashions for her little friend.

Silas
Today she created a muddy concoction in which to “dye yarn.”  She told me that she was dyeing “baby skeins” for me for Mother’s Day.   Mr. Silas evidently spent some time dipping into the dye pot as well.  Good thing Lark was using natural dyes.

Silas
(please notice the curls.  I am in love with the curls over his ears.)

Chicks
And finally, I haven’t mentioned our chicks lately, but they are doing well.

Chicks
They are mostly feathered out and spend their days in the run.  My favorite is one of the Rhode Island Reds.  I don’t have a picture of her because she hops up in my lap as soon as I squat down.  Of course that’s exactly why she’s my favorite.  I flatter myself and pretend that she loves me.  She does seem to like it when I pet her.  (the one in this photo is an Ameraucana)

Rooster?
Most of my time in the chicken run is spent staring at and obsessing over the Silver Lace Wyandotte’s though.  They all look a little different to me and I strongly suspect that this one is a rooster.  I did not intend to have a rooster as part of this flock.  No boys allowed.