|A picnic with my Nanny, my great-grandmother. The last Farm-Girl|
of my family, until now. But, we're raising more Farm-girls, on purpose.
I guess my Nanny couldn't go to the local store and buy a chicken. She had always been rather poor, but still a beautiful woman. She simply didn't require much. I remember her as being the country woman who tried to live with us in the city. I think it was hard on her. When I was growing up, she stayed with us very often. I couldn't imagine her wringing a chicken's neck. But, she had been a chicken killer...many, many times.
|When I was a child, I'd stare at my Nanny and could not imagine her as a|
woman who could kill a chicken! How could she be a chicken killer?
|My niece, Shaye, in her Mermaid costume for Halloween.|
Photo by Warren Harold.
Through the weeks, she's been here regularly and always makes time to feed them, to touch them and to enjoy being around them. Yes, she washes her hands frequently. She's not afraid of them. Her mother came over the other day (my sister) and she is terrified of the chickens. As we all stood in the backyard, if one chicken even came within 20 feet of her, she bolted back inside the house.
|This past weekend, myself, my dad and my sister...laughing about how|
she can't be near a chicken. I was also terrified, until I became a backyard farmer.
We all laughed hysterically. Yes, my niece has grown up with the chickens. For all of these long weeks, she's grown up with the chickens! Ha Ha! We bought them in March and she's been around from their chick stage to their full-grown feathered busy-body selves. I guess this proves that it does indeed make a difference for someone to be around these creatures from the start. You become accustomed to them and chickens are no longer so foreign and scary once you're around them frequently.
|Shaye standing with the chickens as her mom is running|
back inside the house. Being "raised" with chickens
does make a difference with our comfort level.
|My dad enjoying Howdy and the chickens. He gets a kick|
out of our backyard farm.
|My daughters, a few years ago at the Houston Livestock Show & Rodeo.|
These are times when they really got to be around farm animals.
The gap that had grown so wide between us and farming for several generations in my family is now narrowing. I want to make a difference in the children in our lives...our family, our friends...I want their children to know a farmer and to have a farm they can visit without having to pay a cover charge.
|My oldest daughter, Heather, trying out her shooting skills.|
|My oldest on a trip and getting to do one of her life-long favorite|
activities, horse-back riding!
Now that I'm wiser, I would have rather had it the other way around...living in the country, but include a bit of the city, sporadically, here and there. At least I'm TRYING to make things right. It's never too late!
|My youngest, Stefie, she's TRYING to put it all together.|
God Bless Her! And no, she's not color blind, just couldn't wait
to put on these cowboy boots. This is the picture of Eagerness.