The Chickens Have Come Home to Roost

Late Summer, (anytime after the 4th), has always been a time for the vintage chickens to come out and strut their stuff. I've been playing with all the chicks here on the old cupboard in the Hearth Room. I've had them in several different places on the shelves and think I finally came up with a good placement... for now. You just never know where a chicken will turn up around here.

(a small chicken bud vase in the Garden Room, where it's light and bright)

This spot in the Hearth Room doesn't have the best light,

 so the photos are a little grainy, so sorry.

As you can see they have been migrating all over the shelves.

sweet little Hen tea towel

I wanted to keep a few of my copper saucepots here for a bit,

 so the bigger metal basket went to the Garden Room to allow space for the flock.

I'm smitten with this little chick bud vase

 from the 30's Japanese pottery and Majolica days.

She has a few colorful blooms of Marigolds and Lantana

 from the containers out in the back.

So, let me share a little story from my childhood about having a "chicken collection". When I was in 6th grade we moved to an old farmhouse on the edge of town. It was like being in the country because we were surrounded by 40 acres of pastureland. We had lots of rural wildlife and critters coming around for a free meal and to take up temporary residence. My dad was an animal lover and would put out large bowls of feed and kitchen scraps which of course would in turn draw not only stray pets, but a menagerie of birds, skunks, raccoons, opossums, foxes, etc. We seemed to be a waylay station for anything making the rounds of the surrounding countryside.

One year we had a flock of chickens find us and set up housekeeping. I imagine they had come from a nearby farm or whatever, because they turned up "en masse" and took to roosting in the cedar trees. Nightfall they'd all group together clucking, and fly up into the scrubby trees. One by one we noticed they were disappearing... and after awhile there were chickens no more.  I think a coyote or fox found them and it might have been the original motivation for their looking for a new homestead. At any rate, we had sort of a soft spot for the chicken gang and were sad that they'd been bested by Wiley Coyote. So, another childhood experience causing a future collection of "something".

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