Food as Art, Art as Food

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This may be a pinnacle egg. Cognac laid this masterpiece yesterday. Is it food? Is it art? I think I should sell it to a psychologist to use in place of Rorschach cards. “Connect the dots in any order. There is no right or wrong way, just a sane way and an insane way. Let’s see if you are sane.”

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GarlicScapesA

A month early, the garlic are having fun with curling garlic scapes. I’m wracking my brain thinking of an evolutionary reason as to why they curl. Is there a pollinator that loves sliding up and down the curls? If the curls went straight up, would they get too high? If so, why not just grow a shorter scape? Why go the trouble of making lovely curls?

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Maybe the whole purpose of the curls is to give cooks something to smile about. The purpose is to put art in the kitchen. It’s a mystery. Have a garden and some chickens, and mystery will find you every day.

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Busy as a Bee

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What could possibly be as busy as a bee? Two dogs helping me weed a bed to plant potatoes, that’s who.

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Takuma 拓真 and Ena 枝那 spent hours yesterday, and much of the morning today helping me prep a potato bed. What are they looking for? Gophers? Moles? I’m not sure. I did hear an occasional crunch when they found something worth eating. They don’t show any interest in the countless earthworms, but they are finding something to eat down there. Whatever it is, they aren’t sharing it with me.

SvendaIntheBrush

Svenda has better things to do than help me plant potatoes. She’s looking for that special herb, that striking bug, to give her eggs a flavor all their own. With late spring’s verdant foliage, there is no shortage of good things to eat.

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Baby Potatoes and Peonies on Mother’s Day

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It’s the beginning of May and there are baby potatoes in the garden. Dust them off, pop them in your mouth, and they are like little crunchy sugar bombs going off in your mouth.

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Takuma and Ena aren’t interested in baby potatoes. Rabbits are more their thing. They already ate three today. Maybe not the thing to say on Mother’s Day, but the vegetables are happy the dogs are here. If they could talk, the peas and carrots would scream to the dogs where the rabbits are hiding.

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Peonies scream Mother’s Day like no other flower.

Dig, Dig, Dig

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They are diggers. We found that out yesterday and today. Moles and gophers be forewarned, Takuma and Ena are here.

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In the woods and in the garden, Takuma and Ena dug deep, trying to find whatever it is that they are smelling. All that digging is so tiring.

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A Cat and Its Cow

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This is what you don’t see in your large box store. This is one of the cats at Belfast Feed Store, a local feed store a few miles from us where we get many farm supplies, milk, cream, and honey. He is often on the counter, eager to greet you and let you pet him. This is one reason I avoid the box stores. I’d rather chat with the person who owns the store and say hello to their pets. You can’t do that in stores with tens of thousands of employees.

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枝那-Ena and 拓真-Takuma

Dogwood

The dogwood buds look like they are ready to take flight, or burst out in a chorus. May should be called Dogwood. It should be forbidden to build a house or apartment where the residents can’t see a dogwood. If everyone had a dogwood they saw every day, the world would be a much happier place.

MotherHenAndChicks

The chicks are ready to explore. Tomorrow I’ll open the door and let their mother take them on their way. She is dying to show them their first worm. Little chicks can eat worms longer than they are tall. It would be like us trying to swallow a six foot long hot dog.

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Their names are 枝那-Ena and 拓真-Takuma. Ena is the white female and Takuma the black male. They are exploring the greener areas of their expanded kennel. They have a fifty foot section which wraps around the west end of the house.

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Takuma

Takuma is taking in his new surroundings. He can hear the chickens rustling in the brush. Hopefully it won’t be too long before he and Ena can go chase rabbits through the woods. We’ll see if these two can outsmart the rabbits. A trick I saw many rabbits do with our previous dogs, is to run around in a tight circle in the thick brush and get our dogs spinning around the circle, following the scent. And when the dogs were sure they had it, the rabbits would make a bee line in another direction. The rabbit would be long gone by the time the dogs realized they weren’t on its tail.

New Protectors of the Chickens

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The new protectors of the chickens have arrived. They are settling in well into their new home. They were part of a pack of seven dogs found in Okanogan, hanging out near an airport. The pack ended up in the Humane Society in Kitsap county. They could not handle the whole pack, so three siblings ended up in The Noah Center in Standwood. We wanted to take all three siblings, but were limited to two. The Noah Center was concerned that taking three might be overwhelming for us.

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We need to train them that chickens are not for hunting but protecting. They sure love eggs. They are very calm and well behaved. Hard to believe they are feral dogs. They are believed to be eight months old and border collie mixes.

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The First of the Year

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The first chick of the year pokes its head out from under the warmth of its mother’s feathers. Tonight it is sleeping quietly under her, listening to her steady heartbeat. This is why every chick deserves a mother.

I was expecting her chicks to hatch tomorrow. Hopefully, there will be more chicks to see tomorrow, and in a few days, they will be running carefree through the grass.

Serious Business

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The chives are in bloom, it felt like August today. It’s the hottest May day I’ve seen in the eleven Mays we’ve been here.

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The hens take their egg laying seriously. They are adept at warning me with their eyes that they want to be left alone. They’d make good librarians. No child would dare utter a peep with hen eyes glaring at them.

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The purple flamingos have opened up into striking irises.

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Serious business. You can see it in her eyes and her sharp tone.