When I found these old copper WWII Medals online, I fell in love with them. They have such great design, are hefty enough to last for centuries, and each represent the life of a soldier some mother loved. None of them are from the U.S., but are from China, India, Korea, Japan, and other locations around the world. Each piece must have a little story that we will never know. And probably the recipient has passed away, hence they are for sale. So, I'm giving each one a new life as a decorative piece of jewelry for someone here to cherish. This one has the emblem of a fierce looking eagle in blue on it. I have paired it with two oriental coin charms and a sturdy chain. What do you think it's new story could be?
One of my favorite herbs of the early spring is chives. They are such a fresh taste of oniony goodness. The new blossoms are especially pretty in salads and the blades of the plant give a baked potato just the right hint of spice.
Who would have believed a year ago that these three little bundles of fluff would still be part of our household? We only meant to keep them a little while and then find a good farm somewhere for them to live.
Tanna (above) called her little ball of fluff "Penny". She is a bantum New Hampshire Red. She comes running when Poppy goes to the back yard. She's always hungry.
Liberty named her chick Sassafras, but we all call her "Frassy". She is a Black Australorp, and the only full size hen in the coop. She has a sweet disposition and is a great egg layer.
Here is Poppy holding Frassy. He is such a pushover for any sweet little pet.
I called the last little chick Sugar, because she was just so sweet. She is the shy one, and will come running for food, but will only come really close for "baloney worms" - a treat we give them once in a while - baloney cut is 2-3" strips like worms.
Here she is, on the right, as she looks today, at one year old. Her colors are so rich and warm I just want to pet her, but she keeps her distance most of the time. I love to open the door to the hen house when she is on the nest. She always gives me a loud "aaaawwwwkkk". I think it means, "Can't a girl have a bit of privacy!!!"
Frassy is a lovely big hen at one year old, with very black feathers with an iridescent sheen.
And here below is the payoff for keeping these wonderful, fun-to-watch, interesting, beings in our back yard. They lay 4 to 5 eggs every day or so. Wish you were near; I'd share.