Elysian Field Originals

The days are getting warmer and my Rhode Island Reds are very happy. The youngest are now starting to lay “practice” eggs which started out the size of grape tomatoes and have now progressed to very small eggs. Needless to say the “girls” are very proud of themselves and strut around the yard like they own the place!

I heard someone say that Nature has a way of taking care of itself and watching my chickens gives
me a true appreciation for them. In the past the only concern I had for chicken was if it was to be fried, broiled or baked. I look at these funny feathered fiends now, and realize that they each have their own quirky personalities and mannerisms. How would I ever have known that by looking at that chicken leg quarter on my plate what I was missing?

Does that mean that I’ll stop eating chicken? No, probably not, (I don’t eat it often to begin with) but it does mean I’ll give them just a little bit more respect and will be a little more grateful when I do.

Did I say I love my chickens? Yes, I do… indeed I do!

Say it isn’t so!

No more Bratz dolls?

Can’t say that I’m disappointed in the prosti-pouting plastic divas demise. The thought of a doll dressed in fishnets, boas, heavy makeup and miniskirts marketed to 4-8 year old girls is at the least disturbing, and even more so, is watching companies advocating this sexuality on young children. Wasn’t it enough with the busty wasp waisted Barbie?

It’s a shame that this whole drama had to play out in the courts. With the current economic crisis is this to be what we should expect going forward? Companies playing out their competition in the courts, jockeying for more bail out money?

I guess Barbie’s not down for the count yet. For more read on…(MORE)