Well, there goes Day 1 of 2014 and all I have to show for it is a group of three renegrade chooks patrolling my back yard. I moved the ISA Brown chooks from the chook house into the big dog run by one of our sheds so that I could move the two new bantam mothers, Omelette and Ham'n, and their one remaining chick each into the chook house with EB (short for Eggs Benedict) the proud father bantam rooster. The ISA chooks tried to devour all the other chickens so they had to go. They are escape artists and were free from the dog run within an hour and now I can't catch the wretched birds. I think Ferdinand the Fox will have a delicious chook supper tonight.... and serve them right for making me chase them in futile effort in pouring rain.
I had such plans for this week!!!! All my stitching gear is out and waiting to be used again - new 130 x 180 hoop I used for 21 of Kreative Kiwi's Christmas stockings, a big pile of Christmas fabrics still waiting to be used, a bigger pile of off-cuts from the stockings, oodles of stabiliser waiting to be stuck together and used again, sunshine in the sewing room each morning (except today when there's been drenching rain all day), more plans than my head could hold and enough enthusiasm to make up for the last three years of almost non-activity - and Don lands in hospital after a day in Emergency yesterday and now the rotten chooks doing a frenzied Chicken Dance on the back lawn.
See.... if I'd joined the gang who promised to stitch a design a day I'd have failed before I began.
Is this the way to begin a brand New Year????
So, here I am back with my Cutie Friends because I doubt if anyone else would appreciate the frustration I am feeling at this moment.
I'm heading to bed with my new Christmas pressie, Jody Anderson's newly published book, 'Easy Sew Jelly Roll Bags'. There I will dream and plan for another, far more productive, day tomorrow.
Happy New Year Everyone!!!!!!!!
AlmaG.
If I were you, I'd have had CHICKEN for dinner!
I pray tomorrow brings sunshine and sewing and hubby getting so much better they send him home.
Today I am free from frustration and the sun is shining.
My dear son sauntered up the hill from his property with the little grandsons last evening to make a decent door to the dog run. While he worked hard with wire and tools, young Flynn, now 5, showed me how he would ward off the fox with an old frying pan and much loud noise and Hamish, now 9, ran errands for his Dad. A beautiful door was finished by 9 p.m. and off the working party went, Flynn still telling the valley in his fog-horn voice how he protected Nana's chooks.
This morning all was quiet and when I looked in the dog run all I found was feathers. To this minute I still do not know how the fox got into the pen, or out again, but he did his damage there and my renegade trio is no longer an issue. Sad, but true. I shed a passing tear as I tucked into two ISA Brown eggs for brekky this morning and farewelled those rough, tough, eating, egg-laying birds from my chook yard forever....
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