Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Here, Chick Chick Chick

Hi Dear Ones! Oh, when I hear "Here, chick chick chick" I think of my little grandmother many years ago in her back yard in Alabama calling the chickens to come and eat. She would always have on an apron and some times the skirt of her apron would be held up and she would have it filled with chicken feed and her free hand would dip into the feed and scatter it on the ground for the chicks. This would just fascinate me. Never did take much to get my attention! ;)
 Well, I have a gathering of chicks too, not in the backyard, but on my kitchen countertops.
 This little chicken bowl/planter is so cute but she's lived a hard life and her comb has been chipped a few times. I tried to cover up the chips with a red magic marker and it helped a lot. To fill up her opening, I poked in a few little tea towels. She's popped up on a few little Gooseberry Patch cookbooks. Don't you just love those?
 This little chick does feel pretty special because she has her own platter.
 A couple of years ago when we were up here visiting my daughter and her family, we went to this marvelous estate sale in an amazing house and I found this little chick bowl. When I got it home and started to examine it I found out it was an Avon piece. Wonder what came in this? Chicken feed? Well, she sits here proudly holding my little packets of faux sugar! :)
 Just in case I needed to dole out some chicken feed um, faux sugar, I poked down this darling little scooper.
Well, I'm feeling like some good ole fried chicken would be good for dinner. What? Oh, no dear little chickies, I didn't say fried chicken I said fried salmon patties! I'd better watch out!

Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song~

Thank God I'm A Country Boy

Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ole fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can, work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said, "Live a good life and play the fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy

My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy
~ sung by John Denver