It's just an idea. It only now popped into my head, a thought, a what-if.
A while back a friend asked me where he could get ducks. I cruised around WCPS, talked to some of you about eggs or birds. In the end I saw an add posted on someone's driveway that they sold duck eggs. I jotted down the number and when I got home I phoned this duck egg place. Thus I was introduced to Herman The German.
Herman the German can talk the hind leg off a mule! He is endless and breathless with one hilarious story after another. He keeps all kinds of birds and critters including milking sheep. One does not have a phone conversation with Herman The German unless you have an hour or two of free time. I told him my friend Cliff would be in touch with him. Herman The German asked me at the end of our conversation, are you the lady who sold chicks to Carlo The Italian? Yes, I did sell chicks to Carlo The Italian. Herman The German was thrilled to make this connection, he said Carlo The Italian talks about me and calls me The Chicken Lady.
Recently I got a call from friend Cliff, who has just taken home 12 ducklings from Herman The German and he said, boy can that guy talk! But the two hit it off, covering all sorts of ground about all manner of animal keeping and the problems this creates for people. Cliff said Herman The German is one interesting guy.
Today I get a phone call from Herman The German, he is at Carlo The Italian's house and they want to plan a get together with all of us and Cliff and sheep cheese and wine. I'm assuming all will be homemade. They want to come to my house to see my 'set-up'. I don't actually have a set up. I have some scabbed together pens perched higgledy-piggledy on a bedrock side hill. It is not pretty.
But it looks like I'm going to have to vacuum, dust, sweep the walk, shovel out the chicken pens and in general, ready myself for a rowdy bunch of chicken enthusiasts. But even more, a very interesting and diverse bunch of people. I imagine the volume and conversation will be intense!
In my mind I see the first meeting of The Crazy Chicken Guys, a club that will end up meeting once a month for social purposes, chickens will be secondary on the agenda. But if I know Carlo The Italian, eating and drinking will be first on the agenda, and most of us would be happy with that! Carlo The Italian was a steam engineer and so is my Hub and the one time they met, they got into a conversation about firing boilers on ships and trains (Carlo is in his late 70s). Cliff is one of those men who can talk to anyone about anything, he loves entertaining.
Can you see it too? THe crumb of an idea? A glimpse of a group of people because of who they are and what they like might become friends if given half the chance? It might never work out. Or it might. At this moment I find the thought kind of exciting. I think I'll make a sign, Welcome to the first meeting of The Crazy Chicken Guys! And where it stops, nobody knows!
A while back a friend asked me where he could get ducks. I cruised around WCPS, talked to some of you about eggs or birds. In the end I saw an add posted on someone's driveway that they sold duck eggs. I jotted down the number and when I got home I phoned this duck egg place. Thus I was introduced to Herman The German.
Herman the German can talk the hind leg off a mule! He is endless and breathless with one hilarious story after another. He keeps all kinds of birds and critters including milking sheep. One does not have a phone conversation with Herman The German unless you have an hour or two of free time. I told him my friend Cliff would be in touch with him. Herman The German asked me at the end of our conversation, are you the lady who sold chicks to Carlo The Italian? Yes, I did sell chicks to Carlo The Italian. Herman The German was thrilled to make this connection, he said Carlo The Italian talks about me and calls me The Chicken Lady.
Recently I got a call from friend Cliff, who has just taken home 12 ducklings from Herman The German and he said, boy can that guy talk! But the two hit it off, covering all sorts of ground about all manner of animal keeping and the problems this creates for people. Cliff said Herman The German is one interesting guy.
Today I get a phone call from Herman The German, he is at Carlo The Italian's house and they want to plan a get together with all of us and Cliff and sheep cheese and wine. I'm assuming all will be homemade. They want to come to my house to see my 'set-up'. I don't actually have a set up. I have some scabbed together pens perched higgledy-piggledy on a bedrock side hill. It is not pretty.
But it looks like I'm going to have to vacuum, dust, sweep the walk, shovel out the chicken pens and in general, ready myself for a rowdy bunch of chicken enthusiasts. But even more, a very interesting and diverse bunch of people. I imagine the volume and conversation will be intense!
In my mind I see the first meeting of The Crazy Chicken Guys, a club that will end up meeting once a month for social purposes, chickens will be secondary on the agenda. But if I know Carlo The Italian, eating and drinking will be first on the agenda, and most of us would be happy with that! Carlo The Italian was a steam engineer and so is my Hub and the one time they met, they got into a conversation about firing boilers on ships and trains (Carlo is in his late 70s). Cliff is one of those men who can talk to anyone about anything, he loves entertaining.
Can you see it too? THe crumb of an idea? A glimpse of a group of people because of who they are and what they like might become friends if given half the chance? It might never work out. Or it might. At this moment I find the thought kind of exciting. I think I'll make a sign, Welcome to the first meeting of The Crazy Chicken Guys! And where it stops, nobody knows!
okay, someone had to use a cheesy pun. and I am in the right mood for it!! ahahaha)
