A Home to Roost

As the leaves continue to swirl down from their summer perch and the frost is heavier with each morning, it's a pleasure to have a spot (or two) to sit by a cozy fire, to unwind after a long day engrossed with spreadsheets and relax with a book or a crochet hook. While not advancing much last winter, I continue teaching myself to crochet. I struggle with understanding the pattern instructions more than how to create different stitches, so, I finally abandoned my beginner booklet and found a simple pattern on Ravelry for a dishcloth that is coming along rather quickly and I've been stitching it up with organic cotton, so lovely on the fingertips.

I'm sure it comes as no surprise that chickens are on the brain of just about everyone here at the old farmhouse; I finally decided to delve into this book I found in the bargain section last year and give it a go. Home to Roost: A Backyard Farmer Chases Chickens through the Ages covers the complete array of all things chicken. From their place in various human cultures past and present to their history on this planet and all things in between Bob Sheasley presents a show and tell of the chicken chocked full of humour and personal anecdotes. It's always inspiring when I stumble across another commuter. If I've learned one thing while living in the country it's that we're thick as thieves we are, we who daily leave our heart in the country while heading into the city to keep our dream alive.

And, you know, now that I think of it, there's probably something else I've learned. There ain't no cure for the chicken bug; once you got it, you have it for life.

pretty boy Eli, 19 weeks

~Be well friends~

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