Thursday, March 26, 2009

Another Game Night Party


Gwynessa and I share a birthday. Forty years apart to the day. Do we have anything in common? We both like art, except she’s a real artist with an art degree and everything. Gwynessa is tall and lean and lovely. I used to be tall. We both know Bob.

Anyway, the Monday night game players are always happy to celebrate a birthday and since Gwynessa is so good at organizing events for the rest of them, they all pitched in and did the same for her.

The early arrivers played Fish. Appropriate for celebrating a Pisces birthday. Gwynessa deals cards as fast as Supergirl.


In a couple of hours, there were 10 game players scrunched around our little kitchen table. I don’t think they play gambling games. None of them have any money.


Here’s the birthday cake. This time it’s a lemon meringue pie.



Poultry Affairs

When you live in a rural area, there are lots of positive things that make your day enjoyable. My favorites are being able to look out my windows and see the snow-covered Sierra Nevadas in the distance. I do not live in a canyon of wall-to-wall houses.

Another thing I appreciate is having a neighborhood with “history.” Many of us haved lived here for generations.

On the negative side, rural inhabitants in Sacramento County are constantly assaulted by the insanities of our mostly-urban county and its government. Our own supervisor, Don Nottoli, represents us very well. He also grew up in the area where he still lives. But he is only 1 of 5 supervisors.

Last night was an experience of both the best and the worst about living where I do. In an attempt to stifle cockfighting, the county wants to pass an ordinance against raising “roosters.” If you have more than 5 roosters, no matter how large your parcel of property, they want to require you to get a permit from the county. This ignores the fact that we are in an ag zone.

Last night the county (in the form of reps from the sheriff’s department and animal control) presented its plan at the local CPAC meeting. A CPAC is a board of folks who have monthly meetings to hear comments from the public on local planning issues mostly. This meeting was in Wilton.

The county told everyone how awful cockfighting is. They tied it to drugs and mayhem and told us how hard and costly it is to catch the perpetrators. To keep more than 5 roosters, you’d have to apply for a permit, animal control would come and inspect your premises to determine if you raise fighting cocks. This, they claim, will stop cockfighting and that, in turn, will stop methamphetamine use, gambling, the spread of poultry diseases that are a threat to humans, and all sorts of evil things. All the cockfighters will move somewhere else.

I do not condone cockfighting. I do know some people who raise American Game Fowl, and they are upright, responsible members of the community who take very good care of their birds. It’s not illegal to raise game birds, it’s illegal to fight them.

I do know that when I go to the feed store, I have a wider choice of feeds because of the people who raise game fowl. Without them, I’d only be able to buy layena or meat bird feed, neither of which are sufficient to raise show birds, in my opinion. And there is a display of products (with game birds on the labels) in small bottles that I can afford to buy to take care of my birds: medicines and vitamin supplements, for example. Otherwise, I’d have to buy commercial quantities.

And I do know that requiring me and everyone like me to get a permit is not going to have any effect on cockfighting. There are two types of animals at cockfights: chickens and humans. It’s not the chickens who gamble and sell drugs.

Here are some other things to consider:
• Last week the law enforcement people made arrests at a big cockfight in Oakland. This was in an industrial area, I think, the article said the birds were found in the trunks of several cars. I doubt any of them were raised in Oakland.

• In California, cockfighting is a misdemeanor. Perpetrators are caught, fined, and go on their way. The legislature does not want it to be a felony because our prisons are already overcrowded. I haven’t compared the official numbers, but it appears to me that Sacramento County’s rooster ordinance would fine me more for raising unauthorized roosters than it fines people who are actually caught at cockfights.

• The county’s ordinance claims that it is attempting to stifle the spread of disease and protect the public. One of the sheriff’s dept. representatives talked about people dying from bird flu and how she would hate to die that way. We don’t have bird flu in the U.S. Very few humans have died from it worldwide. None of the other poultry diseases (that I know of) are spread to humans. AND do they think that only male chickens have poultry diseases? You could have NO roosters, but 200 hens running around (euphemistically referred to as “free range”) exposed to wild birds and migratory waterfowl. This is still not a health threat to humans. In the event of a disease like the Newcastle epidemic in Southern California a few years ago, all those chickens were eradicated to keep the disease from wiping out the COMMERCIAL poultry industry. The disease had economic repercussions, nothing to do with public safety.

So now I go back to why I appreciate living where I do. The people who live here know the facts. Not only folks in the audience who came to comment, but the members of the CPAC. They pointed out the problems, the inconsistencies, the misguided assumptions, and then said the bottom line is we don’t feel it’s right to force limitations on US that are not going to solve the problem.

The county said, “Oh, we don’t intend to harass anyone who isn’t doing anything illegal. You just apply for a permit - it’s really easy, you can do it online - then animal control will come and inspect your facilities, and all you have to do after that is renew the permit every year.”

One of the board members said, “What you fail to understand is that we don’t WANT a permit.”

Local rancher Jay Schneider (who I went to grammar school with) spoke very eloquently about this. When you are doing something basic like raising a few chickens, which is not illegal in our area, and have to go to the government for permission to do it, you are giving up a freedom.

I’d like to add that when you’re out in the country raising a few chickens despite threats from raccoons, opossums, hawks, owls, dogs, and feral cats, and doing your best to keep them healthy and alive, the last thing you need is input from some city schmuck whose only poultry education was watching “Chicken Run” and eating at KFC.

The next trial will be at the board of supervisors on April 7.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

George's Talents


George does two things very well. He eats and he sleeps.

There are some things that dogs do better. If you drop an egg on the floor, the cats won't scarf it up.

I don't drop eggs often enough to warrant getting a dog.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Behind Every Great Man…

…there is a Teddy (or a Bunny - you know who you are). This is Captain Picard’s Teddy.


This is Bob’s Teddy. Bob’s has obviously had to work harder.

How I Spent my Birthday


I didn’t get to take the entire day off work, but it turned out to be a good one, my 63rd birthday.

These days I usually wake up on my birthday wondering how I’ve managed to live this long. My mom died when she was 58, my dad when he was 36. Neither had been sick.

Whatever. I’m still here.

I started the day having breakfast with Mitzi. Breakfast is a great meal when you’re on a low-carb diet.

Then I had an appointment at a new shoe place. I have ranted about my original Kaiser/Frankenstein shoes that Sunrise Shoes made for me a couple of years ago. As strong as I am now, I still can’t walk in those behemoths. I took them with me. My new shoe guy, Larry, listened to my litany of complaints and came up with some good solutions. The first was to order size 9-1/2 D shoes instead of the size 11EEs that the first pair are. I won’t get the new shoes for a month, but I’m looking forward to this birthday present.

One of the things I learned from Larry is that many people with neuropathy are not diabetics. I’ve been suspecting for some time that I’m not really diabetic. My A1C, for those of you who know about such things, has been below 5.2 for 2 years now. The last time it was 4.9. This is with no medication whatsoever, just a low carb diet.

So I’m going to look into the local Neuropathy Association and see if I can talk to some people who may steer me in a better direction than Kaiser has. Kaiser uses a one-size-fits-all solution that may work for a lot of people, but it hasn’t for me. Not that I’m special or anything. (Well, yes, I’m a princess, so what?)

When I finally got to work, there were flowers and a balloon. Melanie took the picture (above) with her iPhone. And when I checked my email, there were lots of Happy BD messages and cards. Thank you Aunt Shirley, R. Moon, K. Chaney, Marleen M., Cousin Nancy, Bruce, and Aunt Tina. Later there was a call from Aunt Beth.

And thanks to my Little Bro and Auntie Mo for the wonderful Chico almonds that showed up in the mail.

Bob had gone out and bought a replacement for the 35 year old pustulent couch in the den. He had hauled out the old one and set up the new one. Here it is, along with a new painting by Allison Reed that was waiting at the front door when I got home. It’s called “Welsummers” and it goes very well with the spacey theme of the room. Sort of "chickens from outer space." I love knowing so many great artists.


I had a nice dinner here at home with Bob and Jonathan, then the boys went off to their Friday night social activities. I stayed home (which is what I love to do) and read my book, surrounded by the cats. An ideal day!!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The Queen is in Charge


You might suspect that an animal with a built-in crown would have a royal attitude. Trudy is definitely the queen of the backyard.

When Bob lets the hens out, Trudy herds them with the skill of a Border Collie. It’s her business to make sure everything stays in its place.

Just ask George.


He only gets to come outside if Trudy says it’s OK, or if he can sneak and run and jump the back fence before she gets him.

George is the only one of our cats that goes outside. He doesn’t like the litter box, so he heads for the nice mulch in the flower garden. I’m not really thrilled about this, so I came up with a solution.


Instead of a litter box, George has a poop circle. I filled an old tire rim with sand and put it at the rocky end of the yard. I haven’t seen him use it yet, but he’s thinking about it.

Monday, March 16, 2009

No Poo

OK, I just discovered this today. You improve your hair by not washing it with shampoo. You make a paste of baking soda and water and massage it into your hair, rinse, and then rinse with a little apple cider vinegar in water. People report that in a couple of weeks their hair is dramatically improved.

Has anyone tried this? I'm trying to get my coworkers to try it with me as an experiment. I'm not a very good salesperson.

Do I really want to go through 2 weeks of skanky hair to see if this works?

Maybe I'll see if Bob will do it. On second thought, do I really want the baking soda box and gallon jug of vinegar in the bathroom?

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Sunday Stuff


Sunday started out pretty slow. Velcro and George had stayed up late reading the latest Eragon book and fell asleep in my chair. Bob and I had worked outside all day Saturday and stayed up until 3 a.m. watching Deep Space 9 reruns. I was up at 9. When I left the house at 1 p.m. Bob was still asleep. I guess he needs more beauty sleep than I do.

Captain Picard was getting ready to make a pie, which made Ho-Tei very happy.


It was overcast outside, but who needs the sun when you have bright tulips in the garden?



Later in the day I visited my mother-in-law Betty. She has been in a care home for what must seem like an eternity to her. We had a good talk and I got to tell her what a wonderful grandmother and mother-in-law she’s been. I miss my own mom sometimes. She was good at demolition and sewing, but she wasn’t the best in the grandma department, and she might have been a challenge as an in-law for John.

Grandma Betty’s 3 grandsons were very lucky to have her and Grandpa Lloyd when they were growing up.

Friday, March 13, 2009

New Year, New Project


Bob started his 23rd year with a plan to turn the chicken shed into a “clubhouse.” That’s fine with me. There are chicken show people who I adore, but there are others who totally ruined the fun. I don’t intend to show anymore, maybe Bob will when he’s old.

I’ve asked to see a plan and a budget, and a commitment to finish the job once he starts. I started a couple of years ago with a list of 23 unfinished projects around here. I’m down to 3 and I’m not going back.

So the first day was spent trimming trees and bushes so the roof on the building could be replaced. When Bob took a break, George was ready for some social time. He got a little more than he bargained for. The boy who kissed chickens is also pretty fond of cuddling kitties. (Hmm. I could have written an x-rated version of that last sentence. Please note that I didn’t.)





Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Finally Got It Right

Because of the way feathers reflect the light, it’s hard to get a shot of Rudy in his true colors. By Golly, Ollie, I think I finally got it right!




I have a follower! Welcome Amanda and the babes.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Online Fun

Today is Bob’s birthday, but he’s still in bed so the celebration hasn’t started yet.

In the meantime, I’m sipping my cup of tea (Earl Grey, just like Captain Picard) and checking my favorite sites online. I've decided to pass some of them along to you. You can’t just click on these, you’ll have to cut and paste them into your browser I think. I don't know how to do active links.

I like to watch the falcon cams in San Francisco and San Jose and have done this for 3 years. The peregrines in SF have their first egg  just this morning. If you tune in, you’ll be able to watch them as a couple more eggs are laid and the pair incubate them over the next month. Then you can watch the babies grow up. It may sound boring to watch a bird sit on its nest for a month, but people really get attached to the birds and their babies. I have seen countless eggs hatch, but find myself keeping the camera screen open in the corner of my monitor when the falcon eggs are due to hatch. http://www2.ucsc.edu/scpbrg/falconcamera.htm

Next I go through and check the Daily Puppy and Daily Kitten sites. They always help me start the day with a smile on my face. http://www.dailypuppy.com/ and http://www.dailykitten.com/ Where else can you see a puppy every day and not have to clean up the puddles?

Then I check a few blogs. Some are my friends, and this is how I keep in contact with them. Others are people I’ve never met, but I love their pictures and stories. I especially like art blogs, they give me inspiration.

Here are a few you might check out:

My friend Katherine, she’s an artist, a horse person AND a chicken person. http://www.katherineplumer.com/blog.html  Also check her website: http://www.katherineplumer.com/

A Foodie Farm Blog: http://foodiefarmgirl.blogspot.com/
Farmgirl Susan lives in Missouri, keeps sheep and other animals, has a huge garden, and often has recipes to show you how to use your own garden stuff. Her photos are great, too. When I check her blog and see her photos of cute donkeys in the snow, it makes me really happy. Happy I live in California.

http://ilovehorses-trailboss.blogspot.com/
Lisa lives in western Kentucky. She likes to trail ride, she has boxer dogs, and she posts great pictures of her life and her area. It makes me feel like I visit there often. I especially like the trail ride pictures, taken from the back of her horse. I learned to love Kentucky during the years I spent there every November driving 4-H poultry kids around, and I appreciate Lisa’s philosophy on life.

http://davidlobenberg.blogspot.com/
David is a Sacramento artist and art teacher who is also a really fun person to know. I work surrounded by his art, he’s done a lot of pieces for SCOE and I also own some of his art myself. If you want to learn to paint or draw, David’s classes are the best.

http://lesleyharrison.net/
Lesley’s work is just amazing. If you’re a horse person, you’ve seen it everywhere.

http://www.scrute.blogspot.com/
Sharon Crute lives and paints in Florida. She knows about horse racing from the inside and her paintings are colorful and dynamic. It’s also just fun to read about what’s going on in Florida. 

http://www.evanovich.com/
Stephanie Plum fans, Book Fifteen’s first excerpt has been posted. Read it here.

I know lots of people have Facebook stuff. I’ve never gotten into that because Facebook is blocked from the computers at work. Also YouTube and anything else that might have questionable content. I could check those things from home, but mostly don’t think about it.

I gave Bob his birthday present earlier this week - a 24 inch LCD monitor for his computer. There was a really good deal on Costco.com. Bob has a TV, it might as well be a footstool, it's never on. He downloads old TV programs on Hulu. So he'll watch a whole season of Deep Space Nine over a week or so. Now we can both sit on the couch and watch. I'm good for maybe 15 minutes of this before I feel like my life is slipping away. 

What do YOU look at every day? I know some of you are near your computers most of the day like I am. Some of you are working there, too. (Hi Aunt Gramma Patty!)

I'm going to be looking at the sewing machine for the rest of the day. Have to do button holes on a shirt. The pattern shows the buttonholes going crosswise, but all the shirts in my closet have buttonholes that go up and down. What's the story here? What should I do?

Thursday, March 5, 2009

More Backyard Drama

While I was taking pix of Rudy a couple of days ago, the kitty that has been hanging around outside showed up and meowed at me. Usually she just runs and hides.


I’ve seen that look on a wild kitty's face before. It’s an “I have a problem and I’m going to share it with you” look.

And the look of her belly told me right away what the problem is.


I’m betting kittens. Soon.

Now this is a problem because Trudy can eat a kitten-sized critter for breakfast, and she is aware of everything that happens around here.

So Bob has been put on notice. Drag out the kitty pen and the kitty trap. We know how to do this. One spring there were 17 kittens that sprouted around here from cats that were dumped off. We caught them all and after Bob and his buddies tamed them, we found homes for 15. The other 2 stayed extremely wild. We had them vaccinated and neutered before we released them. They stayed around outside for a year or so, and then disappeared, undoubtedly as coyote chow.

Put your order in now for a what could be a really wild-colored kitten. The mama looks like the Bride of Frankenstein. She looks like she's been put together from parts of several cats.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Backyard Romance

A tale of romance, starring Rudy Patoodeh. He’s all dressed up with no place to go (I hope) but the back yard.

Here is the rear view. The fancy feathers are NOT tail feathers, you can see the tail feathers here holding them up.


Front view. The lighting is not the best, and the background in the backyard is pretty shabby from any view, but isn’t this a handsome bird? He thinks so, too.



So far he's impressed the Ancona hen who escapes from her pen every morning to range with the peacocks. Is this going to be a love triangle?

Monday, March 2, 2009

Over the Sink

There are a couple of places in everyone’s house that tell you something about the people who live there. Have you noticed that?

The first is the window over the kitchen sink. I know, some folks, poor souls, have no window over their sink. I’m sorry for them.

You have met Captain Picard before. He sits in his magical blue chair on the window sill over my sink. His companions are a yellow chicken with angel wings in a lawn chair, and Ho-Tei. Ho-Tei was given to me by Kathy Hicks when I was a senior in high school. It still has the lavender piece of yarn attached to it that she put there. I have long since forgotten the significance of that, only that there was one.


This week the kitchen window creatures got to enjoy a nosegay of red roses that Gwynessa brought. (Thanks, G!)

So you see, this post logically follows the previous one. I bet you thought it was just random. You should know by now that nothing in the universe is random. Well, at least not in MY part of the universe.

The second place in a house that tells you something about the family that lives there is the refrigerator. What do they keep on their refrigerator?

When Bob was in school, of course, we had lots of junk on the refrigerator. When your child is young, your refrigerator becomes a shrine. Then when your grandkids come along, it serves that purpose again.


Here’s what’s on mine at this point of in-between time: Some chicken stuff, of course. The two magnets you may not be able to read say “Good friends are cheeper than therapy” and “Raising kids is like being pecked to death by a chicken.”

There is a magnet that was a souvenir from the National Poultry show in Columbus, Ohio. The “Wake-Up” magnet and "Lay or Bust" magnet are gifts. The “Calypso” magnet is one Bob brought home from Thailand and the girl on it is not really a girl. The partial rooster head magnet is a gross reminder of the chicken that lived after part of its head was cut off (you can read more about that on the internet), the magnet at the lower left is from Katherine Plumer’s collection of fine art. Then, of course, the two major food groups in our house are represented: pizza and hay. And it’s all rounded off with Sasquatch.

There are a couple of things on top of the refrigerator that are relevant also. An egg scale. A rooster cookie jar. And Charley the cat.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Friends From Outer Space


Amanda the Mom (rhymes with Lahmon) emailed and requested pictures of goat boy, rabbit boy and chicken boy from the past. Well, you saw chicken boy a couple of days ago. I haven’t found old pics of the other guys yet, they’re not digital and they're in my stack of things to scan.

Here is one I found, though, and had to pass it along while I was still chuckling.

Gwynessa has been one of Bob’s friends since kindergarten. The photo above was from Halloween, probably when they were in second grade. Bob is dressed as Data, for those of you who aren’t Trekkies. He wore this same costume until he was maybe 18 and it was pretty gross and just wouldn’t stretch any further.

I’m not sure what Gwynessa was supposed to be, but she still gives the guys this look sometimes.

New parents, I have these words of advice for you. Pick a place to live and stay there. The rewards you get from watching kids grow up together are waaaay beyond what you’d get from moving to a bigger or better house all the time.

And get your kids into 4-H as soon as they’re old enough.