welcome home

In my weekly quest for the color red, lo and behold, I found some right under my nose. Since we moved to a larger place last September I've been able to unearth all things collectible I've squirreled away for the day when I would have more room. This wishful thinking, combined with a new--at least to me--interest in chickens [see my story about Buddy here] has filled up this 'chicken coop.' There's also room for some of the creamers I have collected as well as vintage crocheted kitchen items and odds 'n ends in some of my favorite colors.

This little nook of red always makes me smile. . .for more smiles, visit Ruby Tuesday.

oh, the irony!

A year ago on April 1st, with tongue in cheek and an article from the St. Paul newspaper about how parts of the city are zoned for chickens in one's back yard, I approached the management of our apartment complex with a request for a chicken. It seemed fair minded since we had lost our beloved dog and a pet would be nice. They said they'd get back to me.

Last week I thought I heard a rooster crowing in the area but dismissed it because its like an airport around here with the Canada Geese, a couple of Loons, ducks, blackbirds, etc. calling, fretting and warbling. Sure enough, there's a lone rooster roaming this residential area, kicking up dirt and crowing throughout the day. I caught him as he was making a hasty retreat from my camera yesterday down the driveway. He's a beauty!

And since he has a bright red comb he belongs in the annals of Ruby Tuesday.