Chickens

We have chickens. Five little fur-balls in a crate on the dining room table. There is a bigger one, old enough to be outside, but the ones that I keep staring at and checking every few minutes are the chicks. They huddle together-and on top of each other-  as if trying to form a ball of chicken. Their little wings are just starting to poke out of the fuzz. They are wonderful. I love them.

The dogs are going crazy.   LouLou killed two mostly-grown chicks when we were just getting set up. Now we are more vigilant and she knows she won’t get that lucky again. She and Buddy keep a vigil but it’s kind of half-hearted. In another month all the chicks will be outside. We’ve turned the sidewalk running around the side of the house into Chicken Central and it’s a lovely space with dappled shade and plenty of room for walking around and being chickens.

 I rent out my extra bedroom and bath and at least 14 prospective tenants have asked me about keeping chickens.  “Go right ahead”, I always say, knowing none of them are really ambitious enough to do it.  (It’s a LOT of work.) Then Jon moved in and actually built a coop in the back yard. We’ve moved the chicken area to the side, better protected and also closer to the neighbors, who also have chickens. The “big” one, a half-grown white silky with a fetching topknot, seems to like hearing the neighbors’ chickens.  We call her Silky Silk ’cause she’s definitely a rapper.  I love how she walks so deliberately, lifting her feet up high. 

Someday, I guess, we’ll be getting eggs from them but I don’t really care.  Our home is a happier, though messier, place. We have chickens.

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Harbor Working Group to Present Forum on DREDGING

Talk about a timely topic! Their program on Wednesday the 27th will address the recent $7.5M grant and plans and projects for the Humboldt Bay Channels. Click HERE for more info. Fried chicken too!  Ask them for a bib. See you at the Cookhouse!

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Our Own Sara Bareilles On Broadway!

Eureka native Sara Bareilles, already famous for Little Voice and other albums, has composed the music and lyrics for a Broadway musical,  now in previews, based on the movie Waitress. Remember that one?  With Keri Russell? The  New Yorker describes it as “based on the 2007 film about a small-town waitress who enters a baking contest.”  Maybe our other local luminary, Guy Fieri, should be involved.  Tix are available tomorrow HERE and start at $150.

Let’s wish Sara a good long run. You go, girl!

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Merle Haggard- A Great Californian

Who isn’t sad about the passing of the great Merle Haggard?T

“The first thing I remember knowin’ was a lonesome whistle blowin’,

  • And a youngun’s dream of growin’ up to ride,
  • On a freight train leavin’ town, not knowin’ where I’m bound.
  • And no one could change my mind but Momma Tried.
  • One and only Rebel child from a fam’ly meek and mild
  • My momma seemed to to know what lay in store,
  • ‘Spite all my Sunday learnin’ towards the bad I kept on turnin’,
  • ‘Til momma couldn’t hold me anymore.
  • And I turned twenty-one in prison doin’ life without parole,
  • No one could steer me right but Momma Tried, Momma Tried
  • Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
  • And that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma Tried
  • Dear ole’ daddy, rest his soul left my mom a heavy load,
  • She tried so very hard to feel his shoes,
  • Workin’ hours without rest, wanted me to have the best
  • She tried to raise me right but I refused.
  • And I turned twenty-one in prison doin’ life without parole,
  • No one could steer me right but Momma Tried, Momma Tried
  • Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
  • And that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma Tried”

This song is pretty near perfect.  Merle, you will be missed. Happy trails.