Jenna won a prize! She is so excited.
if all goes according to plan, they will reopen April 1 and we will go later that week for Jenna's birthday. |
toothpick from cupcake and button from library |
sugar cookie wrapper and indication |
On March 12 I posted the following to my facebook page
To which I received this comment:
“I think most towns’ chicken ordinances say NO roosters within the
city limits. Just because of the noise.”
My reply was that we just don’t seem to fit into that “most town”
mold. Two days later we received a knock
on our door from a very angry homeowner that I didn’t even recognize. She came here to complain about our
chickens. I told her the chickens are
not ours. She didn’t believe me. I get it.
They do seem to spend far much more time in our yard than they do their
own and will follow Roland around as though he is the Pied piper. Roland is allergic to feathers. Go figure.
I don’t think I even knew they were there until the end of July –
perhaps just before. It doesn’t appear I
made mention of them in my blog until August 2 – though I refer to the pigs
more than the chickens. Jenna and I had
walked around to the house where the chickens live to let the owners aware that
two or three chickens were in our yard.
We didn’t understand the term free-range chicken and neither of us
seemed to be bothered that they were in our yard.
I don’t remember when two or three chickens at the top of the hill
became 15 chickens plus roosters invading our front yard as well as the
back. My problem is having them soil the
deck which Roland says he doesn’t mind cleaning for three dollar eggs (which is
how he averaged the cost). They had
discovered the bird seed that gets knocked on the ground and have gone beyond
our boundaries and into other neighbors as well. Our neighbors to the west have a problem with
the free-roaming chickens – and I suppose I do too to a degree – but not enough
to risk starting a feud with the neighbors.
I just think the average mindset of those that reside (and have for
generations) in this area as opposed to one who may have lived in West Valley,
Utah where restrictions apply and the average person seems more uptight because
of all the rules and regulations whereas there are several human beings who
have just never considered how another person (neighbor) might react to their
casual ways. The neighbors to our west
are NOT happy with the livestock who live in the area.
On February 15th I mentioned that Roland had added to
the bird food supply separating the flying wild fowl and getting a more
enriched product geared to chickens to feed the neighbor’s animals though it
really is not his responsibility to feed them.
He just has a good heart.
He had purchased some coops where the hens can lay their eggs as we’d
really not have them lay under the porch and have a rotten egg smell this
coming summer. We were told that we
could keep whatever eggs we could find – not to go out and encourage it. So it might appear that we are the owners and
Jenna had asked, “How do you prove that something is NOT yours?”
I don’t know if posts on a blog would be any proof – especially this one that is after the fact of being called out on the chickens that are still roaming around. The neighbors behind us have put wind flowers upon a fenced in garden in order to keep the chickens out.
interesting, if not colorful, idea |
I know it would be better for Bonnie if the chickens were gone as
she seems to be intimidated by their very presence. I don’t know why. She used to go out in the yard with no
problem, but I think it was easier when there were only a few of them and not a
cackling army. I certainly wouldn’t miss the mess they leave. But perhaps there are things that would annoy
me more if they weren’t around – like bugs.
I fear if the chickens disappear we will have more flies – especially if
there are rotten eggs beneath the back porch. I suppose I would rather deal with their crowing and crap and than the flies for even a day. I HATE insects.
Last night we went for a walk - Roland's idea. Jenna and I had him hold onto Bonnie. About seven chickens were behind us as we left the driveway. Almost four made it to the corner but than two turned back. We crossed the street at the corner, but the two remaining chickens turned at the corner and went a direction different from the one we chose. How humorous it would have been if all the chickens had followed us for our entire walk.
I don’t know where Jenna came up with that number but that is how she had rated St. Patrick’s Day this year. After being denied the opportunity of the annual Grunge Plunge (see here) for the last two years not to mention the annual Halloween tradition of trick-or-treating downtown (thank you so much COVID) it was decided to involve several of the downtown businesses to participate in a St. Patrick’s Day celebration which Jenna has been looking forward since the beginning of this month it seems.
Jenna started out the day by eating a bowl of Lucky Charms for breakfast. She decked out in green because Spirit dressing is a large part of personality.
We made our way around a few of the participating businesses and received green doughnut holes at TrueBlood realty and sugar cookies from MSK Hardware - Jenna also received a leprechaun hat (which she ended up holding in place with her cone hat – which gave the appearance of a witch or what she thought might look like a green crayon).
After exploring downtown Myrtle Creek we headed to the library in Riddle and assisted for just a bit before Roland summoned us to return home.
Later we all went for
a walk so that Bonnie and Roland could get some needed exercise. Jenna was a
bit sulky but did try to focus on what she enjoyed. She said she rated the day 8 out of 11.
The young women were
scheduled to play volley ball, but did not have a ball to throw and so we
stopped by Dollar General and retrieved this purple ball.
I was not the only one signed up to
tour Nauvoo yesterday. I thought we
would see more of the city, but it was raining and thus we did not see much of
the outside. The tour covered only three
houses. There was a set of missionaries for each house we saw.
Those residing at the homes had names I was not even familiar with – nor did I have the correct spelling on the first and so had to look it up – though I still did not find many references for those residing in the first house. This first house belonged to William and Ester Gheens (here)
The final pic shows the outside view.
They did not take us outside but did show a picture inside - just behind the yellow door (from above) standing in the kitchen of the Gheens home
The
second house we saw was that of William and Caroline Weeks (here). Behind the tree is the Nauvoo Temple.
The ceilings are quite low and everything looked so small - like we were in a playhouse. |
First they showed us where the house was in relation to their neighbors and to the temple.
I think this is the Hunter house from a distance |
I think the house in the background is Gheens where we had come from |
We were shown some architect samples and tools.
The waste basket represents some original designs that had been discarded after a conversation with Joseph Smith. (See here for more information)
This
next pic shows a parlor bench with two hats which represent the Relief Society
sisters who would have made their visits.
We were shown the bedroom and were told that though there were eleven children born to the couple, only three lived.
The
last set of missionaries showed us the house of Edward Hunter who was the third
bishop to reside in the Church (here)
The pineapple paper is not authentic to the house but the missionaries explained the symbolic welcome message and imagined it could have been part of the characterization of the house as it seemed to represent the Hunters.
The
temple can be seen out this window and up the stairs (we did not view beyond
the stairs) was a “hideout” room where we were told the Prophet would
sometimes use to escape his persecutors.
My understanding was during one of these moments is when Joseph had recorded the revelation of baptisms for the dead
The sisters had also taken us to the “pantry” which was known as the bishop’s storehouse as the members of Nauvoo were able to build up supply for those in need.
Members back then did not pay tithing in money as many members do today; they filled baskets with trade items (such as produce or livestock) |
a collection of blankets and other items |
The final picture was a view outside the window of the Hunter house
notice how there’s no snow in this pic
Back
to the Gheen’s house.
Wm Gheens died June 15, 1845. Chairs set up for those who had come to pay their respects |