Category: About My Chickens

  • You Can Go Home

    Every so often I need to take a break and go back to where I grew up. It is the height of cherry blossom season in Japan, and the castle grounds of Kanazawa are swathed in clouds of cherry blossoms.

    The Japan of my youth is no longer there. Like ever place else, it has moved on. A striking difference, even from seven years ago, are the number of foreign tourists. Even in Kanazawa, the crowds viewing the cherry blossoms are from everywhere; China, Korea, Malaysia, Thailand, Italy, Spain, Germany, England, and on and on, even Bow.

    Among the crowds visiting Kenroku-en, an expansive Japanese park next to the castle grounds, were young people decked all out, dressed as comic characters. It makes you wonder if this is the future of fashion. Will our mundane everyday wear change to such delightful fashion? I’m trying to picture myself digging potatoes dressed out like this.


    Walking the quiet streets of Kanazawa’s old residential streets, is a calming, almost meditative experience.


    It also comes with its amusing moments. What the owners meant to say is that their apartment is by the river side, but it would be worth renting a room here to write home that you now live in the “Liver Side” apartments.

  • It’s Not Only Flowers That Bloom


    The cherry blossoms are opening, and as they open they sing for the bumblebees to come. I saw my first bumblebee of the season today. By the weekend the cherry blossoms should be buzzing with bumblebees.


    The cherry tree is not the only thing in bloom, Russel, the rooster is always in bloom. His comb with three ridges is a blazing red peony. I wonder if any of the chicks he sires will have peony combs. Maybe I’ll have a flock of peony headed chickens.

  • Before … After


    Before she lays her egg, Kumo-hime 雲姫 is quiet, patient, alert, meditative. Perhaps she is practicing her grand performances in her head.


    After she lays her egg, she is Julia Andrews auditioning for “The Sound of Music”, Beyonce practicing for the Super Bowl, Maria Callas at La Scala, her full throttled voice ringing over hill and dale.


    Hope of spring arriving is not dead. It is alive. The stinging nettles have pushed out of the soggy earth. Yes, yes, yes! It’s stinging nettle soup tonight! Wear thick gloves when you pick these if you don’t want your fingers feeling like a million microscopic needles are pricking them for several days. A peeled potato diced, perhaps cauliflower chopped, simmered slowly in milk with stinging nettles just picked, and a pinch or two of salt, and you have all you need to make the best spring soup known to humankind. At the end, blend it well, and top with a bit of heavy cream.

  • In Their Heaven

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    The dogs have found their heaven in the compost pile. I turned the pile which had been sitting all winter, and the dogs are ecstatic. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” they moan as they grovel to their heart’s content. The million and a half or so earthworms I disturbed aren’t as happy, but you can’t please everyone all the time.

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    The camellia is in its heaven, feeling the cool air caress its petals. The ground beetles were in their heaven underneath the bark when I peeled the bark back. “Excuse me,” I said, and covered them back up. Virgene, a master gardener at the Skagit County Master Gardener Plant Clinic tells me that it is in the Carabidae family and most beneficial, “patrolling for slug or snail eggs, or even slugs and snails if they are small enough, as well as other insects.”

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    But what are those bumps in the groves on their wings for? Are they some super advanced air turbulence damper to help them fly further? Bumps they use when attracting a mate? “My, what nice bumps you have, dear, so smooth and hard. When I brush my antennae against them, it makes me shiver all over!” A well crafted camouflage to help them catch their prey? I’ll find a bit of heaven if some knowledgeable entomologist can enlighten me, preferably one who wrote their two thousand page Ph.D. disseratation on the purpose of those wing grove bumps. An entomologist who analyzed ten thousand plus specimens and has tables and charts with the minimum, maximum, averages, and means of bumps, and enough statistical information on them to keep me reading for weeks on end. That tome has probably been resting on a dusty, university library shelf for decades, waiting for someone like me to get their hands on it. Internet searches I have done indicate that there is very little interest in the bumps in the groves on the wings of ground beetles.

    I sent an email to entomologist, Dr. Merrill Peterson of Western Washington University, and received a quick reply. The beetles are Carabus granulatus, a beetle from Europe and Asia which has been introduced into the North America. Wow! A beetle all the way from the other side of the world, thriving in my gardens. As far as the bumps on its wings, he wrote: “The extent of such bumps varies a lot among different ground beetle species. Could be a mate identification trait, could have some sort of function for organismal performance, or could just be random differences among species!”

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    The chickens have found their heaven in a block of tofu. If you want to see chickens’ eyes glaze over in ecstasy, give them some tofu.

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  • Is It Love?

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    Is it love? Russell and Kumo-Hime 雲姫 spend a lot of time together. I’m not sure who has the thing for the other. She must like him, or she wouldn’t encourage him to hang around. It must be love.

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    At the end of winter, the bright yellow squash of late summer has turned to camouflage. I stopped to take a picture of pumpkin seeds and didn’t see the squash at first. The pumpkin has turned into a splattering of seeds. They are all that are left of a plump pumpkin which would have made a good pie. Why the squirrels, chipmunks, and birds haven’t absconded with all the seeds is a mystery.

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