Thursday, June 06, 2013

Page 3 finished!

I know it's not a big deal to many, but I just wanted to document the finish of page 3 of "Eldar."  I've got the top row finished and have started on the real central elements of the piece--the dragon itself.  I'll even get to start stitching the top corner of the book he's reading on this page!

Of course with summer upon us, I may or may not spend much time stitching, but seeing progress is so fun!  To be honest, seeing this photo brings the detail out much more to me than being up close to it day after day.  Here, I see the shadings much more fully than when I'm working on it.

Monday, June 03, 2013

If I die in the Chicken house

Yesterday I spent a little bit of time out with the Girls.

 The ones with feathers who live out in the Chicken Mansion.

I spend time out there regularly, I just don't take the camera.  I've got two baby chicks I'm raising.  I started with three, but one got out and was pecked to death.  With the price of pullet chicks these days, I wasn't very happy with the adult girls and chewed them up one side and down the other.

They're just like my kids and ignored me.

My remaining two chicks--two Americana's--are doing well and growing quickly.  I gave them a strawberry yesterday, but they didn't know what to do with it.  It was still there this morning.  I imagine I should just give up and give it to the adults.  THEY know what to do with a strawberry!  Anyway, while delivering the strawberry, I noticed that the young chicks were out of feed.  So I grabbed the feed sack to remedy that situation.

I was minding my own business, chatting to the young things, as I opened the feed sack when something jumped out at me and ran up my arm!  I let out a shriek, dropped the scoop, stood up, tried to knock that thing off me, at the same time it ran back down my arm and across the back of the chick pen behind the adult's feed barrel.

It's a wonder I didn't wet my pants too.

Once my heartbeat resumed it's normal pace, I calmly finished feeding the chicks and exited the building.

No one heard me shriek--and it was a shriek!  No one came to see what was wrong.  No one seemed to notice I wasn't in the house.  It was almost like the day I locked myself in the Chicken one noticed.

So, if there comes a time when you don't hear from me for a couple of months or more--call my family and have them check the Chicken house to see if I'm in there, dead.  Obviously, they won't notice if I'm gone!