A Little Eloquence for the Day

September 1, 2017 at 11:49 pm (Random Thoughts, Uncategorized)

The question-
I get the impression that a lot of people can live normal lives without being witches. So why one would actually choose to be a witch and practice witchcraft is a puzzle. Especially if they are agnostic!

The answer –
Why not? If my little push of energy directed toward my flock, let’s say, helps keep them healthy, productive and safe from predators as they range the back field, shouldn’t I do that? Shouldn’t I use all the means available to me to have the best farm/homestead i can have?

If it helps keep the seams solid on the quilt, the tomato plant yielding an especially good crop, the creek clear, the animals and the humans healthy, why not? A bit of energy – magic, if you will – into the food in the pot, the thread on my needle, the wool on my spindle- it’s just another tool to use, as much as a farmer’s almanac, that needle, a shovel, a fence, physically walking in the creek and picking out trash.

Being able to walk out in the field and know and feel that all around you is at peace, and that everything that lives there – seen and unseen, is contented with your human intrusion – that’s a peace most people don’t know. And that they long for.

And if you want to take a religious angle – the gods are all out there in that field, the woods beyond, in the depth and darkness of the kudzu draped trees. The green man is there – his abundance shows. the gods are there in the contented cluck of the hen foraging in the grass, the burble of that creek, the very small ancient dog dozing in the sun, the grapes ripening on the vine, and now, in the juice of those grapes in jars on my counter. They are in that same old small dog currently asleep on my lap, the man sleeping in the other room, the wood of this table, the words I write.

It’s not my place to say if gods exist or not. I do believe if they do, that they get the worship they need out of my care for the land, the animals, other people, my handwork.

But if you’re given a tool that works – why ignore it for something less effective? That’s just foolish.

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Faulkner’s Only Children’s Book

December 28, 2012 at 10:01 pm (Random Thoughts)

The Wishing Tree was a limited edition print, and is now very hard to find.  However, it has been put online here for all to read and enjoy.

Enjoy.

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Free Ranging the Chickens, Part Deux

June 4, 2012 at 5:10 pm (Random Thoughts) (, , , , )

So I’m sitting in my chair having enjoyed Chinese food my daughter had brought home, chickens are happily in their pen in the yard, and all of the sudden, I hear some magpies start screaming. (If you’ve ever heard magpies scream, you know what I’m talking about.)  They keep it up, so I get up and head to the door, and I can see a chicken jumping in the corner of the pen, like she’s trying to get out.  Then the dogs start barking.

As I head out the door, I see a fox standing on the far side of the pen, staring in.  I yell at him to get away, and run down the stairs.

Fox goes part way across the yard, but then stops, looking at me. I’ve clearly interrupted what he thinks of as his box lunch.  But then the magpies start in.  Two of them start dive bombing the fox, driving him out of our yard and into the neighbors.  Husband comes out and points out that they are divebombing him like crazy.  Daughter comes out moments later and asks what’s up- and even though they are clearly acres away, you can still hear the magpies screaming faintly in the distance.  She conjectures that the magpies have a nest up in the tree above the pen.

Either way, they saved some chickies today.

I decide it’s time to take them back in, so husband gets in the pen, lifts it up enough to clear the ground, and starts herding the chickens back to the garage that way, until a couple escape and we let them all loose while getting the pen ready for the night.

We try the rocks in a container thing to get them to come – it’s not effective – yet.

Everyone is caught and put in for the night and clearly just in time – as we come in the house, a big bang of thunder comes across the hills, followed minutes later by a heavy downpour.

And thus end happily the chickies first encounter with a fox.  Chickens – 8, fox-0.

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I am the Alpha Chicken

June 4, 2012 at 2:36 pm (Random Thoughts) (, , , , )

Ummm, how did that come about?  Oh yeah, at the beginning of March, when I bought a handful of chicks to start raising.  Since I am their primary caregiver, they have impressed upon me. And today it was more evident than ever.

Their current pen is topless and bottomless; it sits on boards when in the garage, and we have a framed top that is removable.  A couple times a week we move them out into the yard so they can get grass and dirt and bugs and be in the outdoors – prep for being in their own permanent run.

Today as I was preparing to move them to the holding box as I took their pen out, two of the chickens flew out of the pen and into the garage. At that point, I decided – to hell with it.  I’d been considering letting them free range a bit with supervision – today is the day.  So I tip the pen on its side, leaving all the chickens now standing on their own, free, in the garage.  I start moving the pen out into the yard, and the chickens?  They stand there.  No clue what to d0 with all this sudden freedom but stand about in the very safe garage.

I get the pen out into the yard and come back – a few adventurous ones have stepped out of the garage, but the majority are so not digging this pen free idea.  So I start clapping my hands rapidly, walking backwards, and a couple start following me, and the rest follow them.

Commence the feather pulling and jumping about – literally.  Some try to control the others, pulling on tails and wings.  Others decide to test the freedom, hopping and flapping, getting a few feet away from their starting point.

Free ranging for the first time.

And then, beeline for the area around the pen.  Lots of tall happy grass, lots of wee bugs and flying gnats – everyone is happy.  I sit down on the surround around the old stove that decorates the yard between the trees, and I am in the center of a preschool. Totally toddlers, the chickens wander here and there, staying mainly in a group, but every once in a while coming over to me, just to eyeball me, check that I’m still there, or to peck on my ring.

Not going too far from their pen.

Happy sounds abound.

So after a time, realizing that they will mainly stay together, I decide to go clean the boards – get the old bedding swept out,  scrape stuck on poo off the boards.  This takes but a few minutes, and when I step out of the garage again, a line of chickens is heading straight for me!

Actual distance from where the pen is to the garage.

What?  Not enough bugs?  Not enough shade?  No, there is both, but we’re toddlers, remember? Mommy went out of sight!   MUST FIND MOMMY!

So I walk them back out, sit down with them again or a time, and eventually I decide it’s time for them to go back in the pen.  I move the pen further into the shade (flock has decided they might have a fleeting chance to catch that little yellow butterfly) and once I have it settled, they rush the pen as if it’s going to disappear. For once, no protesting when I pick them up and put them in the pen (except from one) no attempts to fly out when I go get their water and the pen lid.

Oh no – the pen moved! Must check on it!

Babies have had enough free range time for the day.

Husband says I must be the Alpha Chicken.

More pictures of  babies first day free ranging –

Let us in, let us in!

“broken chickens”! Sunning themselves, enjoying the day.

I heard something that sounds like us!

Mom? Mom?

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It’s OK Little Blog…

February 1, 2012 at 9:45 am (Random Thoughts)

You haven’t been forgotten.  I’ve just been paying attention to the new baby blog – In Just A Few Words Every Day.  I promise to pay more attention to you in the near future.

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