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daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

July 24, 2005

life in the chicken coop ~ July 24


sometimes * things don't go as planned * life doesn't go ahead as you want * and circumstances don't turn out as expected. Today dear people ...one of my hens turned into a rooster !! I was awoken at some ungodly hour by a really loud crow & thought to myself....gee, that little bantam rooster has become mighty loud....but sadly not so......one of my gorgeous black australorps has decided 'she' is a he....... and he has to go. One rooster is quite enough ! I am in the process of finding him another home as I can't bring myself to make chicken pot pie from one of my friends. I would never survive as a farmer...my hens all have names and after their egg producing years, they are allowed to become matriarchs & spend their retirement scratching and clucking, enjoying their twilight years.

posted by Miss Robyn | 8:21 am

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