The Kitchen's Garden

December 23, 2013

The Christmas Owl

Oh Owl. You look so pretty. But where is your Christmas scarf and why are you Carrying your star? I thought we agreed that you would Wear the star. You know. To be more Christmassy. I don’t want to be a Christmas Owl, miss c. Do I look like a tree? I am not a…

December 22, 2013

Frozen rain falls like sharp stones

Do you know that sharp gravel that you can buy by the truck load? For the drive. The lane. The track. Men buy it because the bashed up rock wants to snap back together and form a pointy barbed stony mat. Women would rather buy the soft rounded stones that are gentle on bare summer…

December 21, 2013

The Duke of Kupa

When we were children and lived at the beach on a quarter acre section, we had lots of guinea pigs. Thirty-six at one time I remember. (We were very proud of that number) Males and females, shorthaired and long haired, all colours. The only ones who went into cages were the pregnant mothers, the rest…

December 20, 2013

As the snow turns to a dogs delight: slush and mud

The day stayed well above freezing yesterday. The snow began to melt and all the animals heads came back up. Incredibly the sparrows indulged in a bird bath. Splashing about in the melting ice. Not quite that warm I thought. But there you are, I am not that kind of bird. I opened all the…

December 19, 2013

Kupa is not better but not worse

No-one can understand how this big peacock is still alive. Every breath is so hard won and everything I read tells me that a bird cannot survive such a massive bacterial attack for very long and that he should be responding to these antibiotics very quickly or succomb very quickly. Birds do not linger. But there…