Between being sick and working on a casting for a National Aids Fund video project, I have hardly had time to post.
Earth Day at Lindsay’s school went really well. I left Edie home because she was acting very sick that day. (Fortunately having a day to herself without her sisters seemed to do the trick and she’s all better) There were all kinds of interesting people and kid’s projects there. The Brooklyn Botanic Gardens was there talking about vermicomposting, someone was talking about green roofs, there were earth boxes and the kids were able to make sculptures out of egg cartons and water bottles.
The hens were a big hit. I brought photos of my garden to “prove” to people that we have incorporated the chickens into our lifestyle rather than the other way around. I also brought a bag of ivy leaves that the kids could feed to the hens. That was a big hit. I love this photo because it looks as though Lulu is trying desperately to communicate to me that she wants to go home.
It was threatening to rain all day and at one point a dark cloud passed overhead and it started to sprinkle. And true to form (see my rant about new yorkers vs. nature here), someone claimed they saw lightning (there wasn’t any) and a general panic set in while all the kids were herded inside. Nothing like everyone running away from the first sign of a natural occurrence as a way to celebrate Earth Day. Sigh. But I think besides that utter silliness, it was a great event.
wait, you can feed ivy to hens? like, english ivy? like the invasive stuff that’s taking over my backyard? so maybe i could control it if i had hens? please explain more! this could change everything for me.
Actually it was Boston Ivy. The kind that grows up walls, not the ground cover. I’m sorry if that doesn’t help you. You should try feeding the English Ivy though. They’ll probably go for it.
oh, martha, how i admire your spunk. living here in chicken-consciousness-central seems so far from Brooklyn yet there you are.
recently my grandson’s enviro elementary school turned over new chicks to different families for weekend care-taking. they were kept in a cage with a light on the first floor of our daughter’s house.
the 7 and 4 year old (for whom I’d knit a hen) were shocked that grandma who loves chickens refused to hold them.
as always your photos are to die for.
yours, naomi