The frostbitten chickens, now reunited with the rest of the flock in the chook house, are recovering very nicely thank-you. They may not be pretty and cute. But they are bright eyed and beautiful. All bright eyes are beautiful. In fact I have never seen an eye that was not beautiful. At least we have that. 
They are even laying which is a relief. These shots were taken in a hurry as Sheila her Ryoyal Fatness was banging on the chook house door demanding her tax – an egg or maybe Two. Someone had snuck through her field (me) without paying the Troll Toll.
Cheeky Pig. I found a man at the pub last night who knew a man who had a boar. So things are looking up for Sheila. I was going to AI, but she shows no signs of coming into heat. And we need to breed her this month! 
Tui and Pania. Though they lost their favourite Kupa, have shown no signs of succumbing to the cold. They are also bright eyed and beautiful.
Daisy is bright-eyed and beautiful and endlessly hungry but we don’t want fat calves so she only gets as much as she needs not as much as she WANTS.
In the absence of any other greenery Our John put his Still to work and made some pine oil from greenery he found out at the big farmhouse. 
I cannot tell you much more as we are still finding out how to do this. But it seems he has made just enough oil to scent today’s soap. The most wonderful thing about this essential oil mad scientist thingameebobby is that it scents the whole house as it decants. Lovely. 
The weather is holding, not too cold. Just at freezing.
This is an example of what could have been a brilliant shot, if I had drunk one less gin and tonic at the pub (when picking up the pub scraps) and paid attention to my foreground. 
And here is the light I was writing to last night. Not in.. TO. 
The prairie is like the sea, all full moonlight. I wish I were a poet. The rising full moon into the Coupe is an unwrapped gift. More beauty than I can bear. This is for my friend Rose. 
Onwards and upwards.
If any of you have contacts or friends in Europe. Please share this. One of The Fellowship has lost sight of her precious 16 year old daughter – we believe she has been abducted. She has been gone a month and a half. We need to keep Jade’s beautiful face high in the social media. This is a simple task we can all do. Share. And keep sharing. Someone saw something. We need to find that someone. We have built a little internet family here. In times of trial we often say to people -‘ let me know if I can help, give me a call if you need anything..’ instead of saying ‘Here, this is how I am going to help.’ Here is our chance. Anyone at all in France, Germany or the UK. Anyone. Share this. Have you seen this girl? I believe in butterfly wings, a breath here can cause a wave there. There is work to do Butterfly’s.
Thank you. We cannot let our babies be lost.
Such an eclectic page today.
I sometimes think that I should knock each blog page down into one subject, like at school. Into subjects and then into terms. Simplify stuff. Pander to the media formula. How to make a pig sty, how to grow a tomato or how to walk down steps or how to shake salt or something. But I can’t – life on and in the farmy, day to day, is not like that. Your life is not like that, nor is mine. Our lives dive here and there, intersecting and ripping apart, ducking and swerving, loving and caressing if we are brave, teaching and decanting if we are careful, failing horribly, rising in misery, dropping into wrapping and releasing, losing and winning. Laughing until you can’t breathe and then later wondering if you will ever laugh again. Light and awful dark, but always light next – always light to come, every day different, it IS a LIFE, full of bits of this and lots of that, then such joy and light sometimes we gasp if we are of a mind to see it.
But we cannot control anyone but ourselves. That is all I know for sure. We have the option to see the tiny shafts of light or sit in the dark seeing nothing. It is our own choice. We are our own people. Big and strong like rocks and trees. So we are.
I wish you all a lovely day. All the light you can find.
your friend on the farmy
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
45 responses to “Frostbitten chickens and work for butterflies”
Single subject, formulaic posts… oh no… not that, please 😉 The light of the moon, and a love of this particular eclectic type of inclusive community links us all wherever we are 🙂
Celi shining her own light into dark corners… Thank you, you write so beautifully, and you’ve become part of my morning, so I start the day well.
Glad we get to have a coffee together kate.. c
What beautiful skies you have.
if your ”i know a guy” man was talking about humans, he could be hooking you up with a gigalo, but since we are talking shelia, could he be hooking her up with a piggalo?
That’s really funny Ron. I must call that guy too, I get shy about using the phone here.. c
i apologize in advance for my warped sence of humor,,,but here goes.
you could write on pub’s restroom wall.
are you a herford boar looking for a good time?
call shelia at ——-
thats how i met the next ex mrs ron
You are too too too funny! just imagine.. c
I have a friend in France…I sent all the info to her so she will post it all on her twitter and facebook…such a tragedy ………hoping this will help!
Love the pic of Fatty Sheila!! 🙂
Thank you nancy, we need to think about twitter as a means of getting the word out.. c
Being totally eclectic myself I do love eclectic! And the bright and beautiful walk around the farmy in daylight and moonshine 🙂 ! Whilst having just come in from three hours of trying to keep my poor plants alive during the fifth day of above !00F heat! Still bad tomorrow, then a couple of days ‘off’!! As long as the bush does not burn again . . .Am sitting in a tent-like cotton nightgown absolutely dripping [sorry!!] at 10.30 am!!!! My way or the highway 🙂 ! Actually would love a G&T whatever the time of day, but shall desist . . . think your darling daughter is copping some of this too, but she would be working with AC on!!!! Mine does not work and I would not dare open the power bills if it did!!!!!
You are rolling on a vast ocean: not just the prairie, but one flowing with waves of people.
You are a poet of words and images. (the chickens are such delightful pictures)
Thanks so much with word of the missing child – I had looked for word or update. Will create something shortly.
Little shares – words flying do make a difference. Someone knows. Someone sees. IT is not too much to ask.
(Oh cheers in San Antonio – the little dog Buddy has been released to the owner’s vet during the appeals process which is still going on. A little progress – No doubt only happening because people scattered everywhere tried to do something – what little they could. GIves hope for Jade, too).
I do believe that if we create a wave of consciousness about this missing girl, we may run across that someone.. otherwise what use is this vast social media monster.. c
I like your blog as you share your day, just as it is. That Sheila. She never ceases to amaze me. Who knew a pig could be so lovable?
My sweet, if a hundred people haven’t already told you so, you most certainly *are* a poet. Lucky us!
xo
Morning kathryn! have a wonderful evening.. c
Lord have mercy, lady. Keep posting the way you want. Your blog is a delight and you write from your heart. That is what makes it appealing. You have many loyal followers which proves that folks like your blog and your style.
Best regards,
yvonne
Your blog is great, and always contains a surprise. I love to think of essential oils spreading their fragrance through your house. That was the surprise today – a blog that is scented. I never know what’s coming next. The moon is beautiful. I’ve just posted the same moon. The moon connects us all.
So much in your post today, darling. I hope your friend’s daughter is found safe and sound, I can’t imagine what that must be like. And the frostbitten combs made me sad, I’m glad the girls don’t seem to mind too much. Beautiful photos as always. xxx
Celi, I ‘shared’ missing Jade’s link on my Facebook page a month ago. I’m sorry to hear that she hasn’t been found yet……
You are right – our lives are a mishmash of many different things every day!
I still love your blog
Your words were so beautiful – and poetic – that I’ve copied them to keep and to share…
And how I love Sheila and all the chickens and Daisy and the whole gang… don’t ever stop keeping us up to date on all the different doings and beings !!!XXXX
Beautiful miss c and I love the mishmash!