Monday, March 5, 2012

Week 2: There's no turning back now

Nancy and Wyatt at the Orscheln Chicken workshop
Saturday morning.  Thanks to our friend, Jonathan,
for waking up early and attending with us.  You'll
never know how much your presence calms me, Jon.
I guess it's your lively cynicism that spurs me on.



The Orscheln chicken workshop on Saturday morning actually proved to be somewhat encouraging.  Our instructor, Sharon, was well-informed, easy going and unflappable.  She answered all my questions in a dignified manner, and she didn't condescend. I was especially surprised at the encouraging advice from her eager, seven-year old student, Wyatt. Wyatt is experienced with raising chickens, and he was so confident that I felt a little jealous of his youthful innocence. You just wait, Wyatt.  Sharon knows about those crafty coyotes who lurk in Douglas County.

I confess I carry no sentimental fragments from my childhood about raising chickens.  I only remember being terrified as the headless things ran around with blood spurting from their necks, and the smell of scalding feathers still makes me gag.  Now can you understand part of my hesitation in this adventure?  Oh, and then there's always the coyotes, the dogs, the raccoons, the . . . .

O.K.  So. Who can deny the absolute cuteness of baby
chickens?  Not me.  But thanks to Jon's attentiveness to
the other attendees, these babies will be named extra crispy
and original recipe. 

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