My attempt to find balance with the sweets, and the sours, of life.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
As you know, my family has been in the middle of a neighborhood controversy over keeping our chickens. (If you need background, please see Chicken Fight and Chicken Fights On.) As our neighbor lobbies the City to disallow chickens in the city, we have been conducting our own charm offensive on behalf of chickens everywhere.
This past Friday, we ran a little lemonade stand in our front yard and, along with the free lemonade, we also gave away some eggs from our lovely hens. We wanted to share with our neighbors the benefits of having such efficient and generous little beings amidst them.
We never realized the learning curve we would face.
We had several -- several! -- neighbors look quizzically at the eggs and ask us how to make them. When we dismissed their silly question with a flippant answer, "like any eggs," the situation grew more alarming. "But how? I only know how to make the ones from the store."
"So I should boil them?" one said while holding the eggs with a fully-extended arm.
I fought back my incredulity and explained that these are exactly like the eggs they buy at the store, except that they come from healthier, happier chickens. I reminded them that they could bake with them or scramble them, poach them, whatever. Still, at least 3 neighbors left holding the eggs at a distance from their bodies, not sure what they would do with them.
Others asked what flavor the green ones were.
It was then that we realized we had a long way to go on behalf of city chickens.
“Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, ‘In this world, Elwood, you must be...’ - she always called me Elwood - ‘...in this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant.’ Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me.”~Elwood P. Dowd in Harvey
I am a stay-at-home mom who is coming to grips with the fact that my children are growing up, and that is bitter sweet. I have several pets who understand me including a couple dogs, some beautiful pigeons (yes, pigeons), some chickens who boss me around, and a mourning dove who I believe is God's little whisper to me from heaven. I was a lawyer before I got really serious and became a mom. I love to knit, write, cook, and to take good care of my family. We struggle with my daughter's Reactive Attachment Disorder, and hold hands very tightly sometimes while we withstand the high tide of her challenges. Through it all, I am blessed to have a husband who is the corner piece to my puzzle.